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SOUTH PARK MEXICAN : Revenge lyrics

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SOUTH PARK MEXICAN lyrics : "Revenge"

[First Verse:]
My homie called me in the morning from a hospital bed
He got holes in his body from a glock full of lead

He said, three mother$#&@ers that his lady knows
Tried to jack his $$# for his 84's
Now in a Ben Taub sick bed, my homie lays up

He got sprayed up, cuz he wouldn't raise
Caught three of the seven of the shots that rang
Them folks sayin' that he'd never walk the same

It sounds like a job for the uzi gat
And where the $#&@ did your (*##$ say these fools be at?
For a real long time, we been the best of friends

And I'll be damned if a ^!$$% don't get revenge
I feel anger, that I'm no stranger to
Bustin' slugs in they guts just a thang to do

Why they pray for you, come and spray they crew
Got love for my homies, I thought you knew?
He said "Los don't sweat it, let this %#@! alone,"

but with these punk mother$#&@ers I must pick a bone
Now will it be the cranium or the chest plate?
Necks break back, snap, put him in checkmate

Lead take me to vengeance, send this
Ripping through tendons I end this
Because you bleed inside and it hurts to cough

I can't take no advice I gots to break them off

[Chorus:]

Cuz my revenge, it tastes so sweet, I gotta do,
What my friends, would do for me,
You mutha$#&@as gotta beg,

Y'all askin' for action,
Eat a $#&@in' K,
I'm blastin' some $$#es

Cuz my revenge, it tastes so sweet, I gotta do,
What my friends, would do for me,
You mutha$#&@as gotta beg,

Y'all askin' for action,
Eat a $#&@in' K,
I'm blastin' some $$#es


[Second Verse:]
My ^!$$%s check me, I'm thinkin' of a master plan

I'm straight up blastin' glocks, them $#&@in' [email protected]$(s ran
I'm steady missin' all my homies that done bit the dust
Got revenge cuz them (*##$es wasn't %#@! to us

Now what the $#&@ can I accomplish?
And when I'm dead, will I find myself on God's list?
Every night I give, thanks I wouldn't die today

Turnin' cane into crack and my mic away
We dealin' cuz we feelin' that the, pay's right
Hopin' Mama never see me at my, grave site

No daylight, play night cautiously
Could be death, or my freedom what it's costin' me
Lost in dear life my wife be that Mary Jane

And my streets got me strollin' blueberry Lane
Very same song sung in the South
From the mouth of a hustler, never have I trusted a

Trick or a hoe or a dope fiend either
Cuz they smoke like a beaver buildin' dams on the river
Live a, life of a "G' til' the d - a - y

Hittin' switches on the freeway high
Don't reply cuz me don't give a $#&@
What you hoes got to say about me Hillwood funk


[Chorus]


[Third Verse:]
Stop short in your tracks
Gats got the place surrounded

Sounded two warning shots, $#&@ on up and you'll be grounded
Pounded bodies with a bunch of twelve gauges
Now her face is too straight in the $#&@in' dog cages

Pages of my book, turn like the wind blows
On the paper of a crook, mutha$#&@ them hoes
Hittin' flows as a hustler, rose as a "G"

Saves his flows to big 8, now he scores half a ki
Some say in his head he got insanity inside
But all it really be is mathematically inclined
Look behind, you might find others takin' over
Rookies movin' cookies, they whipped in baking soda

Baby learn the $#&@in' rules, my cheese, is SOLID AS A ROCK
With my homies and we BALLIN' WITH A GLOCK
Tenderoni phony fraud mother$#&@ers
Best to get out the game, 'fore you die mother$#&@ers
Bustas trust us, but us hustlas trust no one

You can sure run with no gun
That be a ^!$$% slow guns
So roll one of them sweets
Chug-a-lug on the eightball
And see where this mother$#&@in life is gonna take y'all

And haters might fall

[Chorus]

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