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Flamin - "Retaliate"
Lyrics to Retaliate : [RIDER BONE of CENTER PARK] With my back against the wall me and a Crab was face to face They got me stuck between a rock and a hard place I got a strap but the Crabs came too fast I never had a chance to make it to the fuckin stash So it looks in this game that Rider Bone is fucked He aimed the strap, then he followed with the buck-buck I hit the ground with two holes in my clothes Im gettin cold - because my insides are exposed Im damn sleepy but I see my homies comin One homie pick me up, the other had the car runnin Now its all up the time, will Rider Bone survive' Or will he go - to the big dog house in the sky' (Newsflash) - hes back, and mad Rollin through Crab hood with a .9 wearin a shit bag Shootin Crabs, Blood, I seek revenge Goin straight to their house and kick the do off the hinge and as I dump The whole family starts to holler Im killin moms, pops, pets and toddlers Rider Bones a menace, the Crabs thought I was finished But never will I die until the Crabs are diminished So I peep doin hits on the solo I be C-K to the Bone just cant no more And if you dump on the Bone you better smoke me Or Ill be back to smoke you and your family [RIDER BONE of CENTER PARK] Yeah And thats how was done in the 95 Done retaliated all the time Always have, always will Aint no Crabs getting away with nuthin (...) Killin all Crabs, feelin all glory And if you cant understand, listen to the next story And it goes a lil some like this here, yeah [RIDER BONE of CENTER PARK] Now as I make front page Rider Bone runs in rage with a 12-gauge E-Rickets is sure, wounds too deep for a band-aid And doin dirt in the Wood is a must Anybody wearin blue its mandatory that I bust Caps after caps until I drop In broadlight Rider Bone still pops Its just the life of a Blood, its kinda risky I hope I dont re-live the day the Crabs got me So strapped I be when Im rollin thru the streets of Inglewood The Crabs want my life for what I done to their neighborhoods I give a fuck, Blood, its Center Park gang Rider Bones insane, fuckin Crabs in their game Aint no thang when it comes to C-K Its O.K. everyday But dont caught or you get all day You know we lose more soldiers than weight Homies never comin home for a sloppy-ass C-K I tell you this, not to fright but enlighten to you So be smart when youre dumpin on Crab fools Watch your back, dump your strap to the last shell And smash out like a bat out of hell Centers up - we doin more dumpin than a dump truck Too many young homies just dont give a fuck And when you see the homies comin then its too late Duck and dodge cause were out to retaliate "Hey Cuz Ima kill that nigga Rider Bone Thats on my dead homies" [RIDER BONE of CENTER PARK] I hear the contracts out for Rider Bone, so bring it on in Centers Cause C-K Rider Bone aint runnin from nann nigga Inglewood - the motherfuckin streets that I run West/Side Center Park, a hundred and eleventh Bs up, pinky down, thats the Center Park sign So if you tryin to be a Ricket you better keep that in mind Because I give up that Centers in a minute And Im dumpin on fools - believe Im in it to win it Rickets catch the blues when Im on bang status Im rollin thru their hood and Rider Bone is mad as The red bull chargin at a red cloth Only its the Rider Bone chargin at the C-locs To put the smash down nigga, Mac-10 in effect Ricket niggaz hit the dirt cause theres a lack of respect When the blue rag meets the red rag The blue rags in the body bag, and its too bad Were bound to clash West/Side Center Park and Crabs So in the Inglewood streets - aint no Crabs allowed So when you meet that big sign sayin welcome to the Wood Bust a U if you claimin a Crab hood I watched that Mac-10 spray West/Side Bloods is out to retaliate "This is Inglewood, and we straight rat pack ya" [ Retaliate Lyrics ]
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