(SkinnyKhris) Skrrt, skrrt Skrrt, skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt Gang, gang, gang Gang, gang-gang, gang-gang Told my sniper, "Spin the block again, I think he still alive" Tinted windows on that vehicle, tryna catch that homicide (grrr) When this FN hit his face, it's gon' go through the other side Ask the opps, I done spinned they block about a hundred times I spent cases, ooters gon' chase him, he ain't gon' make it (bop-bop-bop) Do a hit in McQueens (grrr), so they can't see our faces (so they can't see our faces) I'ma use the revolver, it's gon' catch all the cases (it's gon' catch shell cases) What I spent on this chain and my wrist, just savings (drip) Catch him and fry him like bacon (like bacon) We gon' make him a day, turn him to a patient soon as we get the location (boom-boom-boom) No GTA, we left him wasted (SkinnyKhris) Shouldn't been droppin' them rakes then (shouldn't been droppin' them rakes then) He gon' end up with a mortgage for all that fraudin', better be cautious (better be cautious) He only tough when he log in He ain't gon' talk when that blick to his noggin (that blick to his noggin) All black Honda, shooters like Mamba (grrr) Kill a opp, roll him in grabba (just like Mamba) Ain't gonna line him, soon as we find him (SkinnyKhris) Hella holes in his designer (hella holes in his designer) Three deep, call us the Migos (skrrt, skrrt) Run up on him while he playin' Cee-lo Heart rate, we gon' turn it to zero (turn it to zero) My lil' youngin' did it for a C-note Last nigga who tried me got took off the map (he got turned to a pack) I have a MAC, come let off a mag, this shit go brrat (rah-rah-rrah) Niggas ain't got the heart to slide, no cap (niggas ain't got the heart to slide, no cap) Told the driver to park at the front, we gon' walk through the back Gon' end up like the rest of them niggas as soon as he lack (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Hollow tips rip through his chest, he gon' catch an attack (catch an attack) One in the head with the blicky I'm ready to snap (grrr, one in the head with the blicky, I'm ready to snap) Niggas get whacked for thinkin' this shit just rap (bop-bop-bop) Told my sniper, "Spin the block again, I think he still alive" (spin it, spin it, spin it, spin it) Tinted windows on that vehicle, tryna catch that homicide (grrr) When this FN hit his face, it's gon' go through the other side Ask the opps, I done spinned they block about a hundred times (grrr) I spent cases, ooters gon' chase him, he ain't gon' make it (he ain't gon' make it) Do a hit in McQueens So they can't see our faces (grrr, so they can't see our faces, man down, man down) I'ma use the revolver, it's gon' catch all the cases (it's gon' catch shell cases) What I spent on this chain and my wrist, just savings (drip) Catch him and fry him like bacon (like bacon)

Guess who's back Right about now its time for those notorious thugs Bizzy, Wish, Krayzie, Layzie Flesh, and that nigga DJ you-Neek Mo thug takin over so you best beware 'Cause we came to shut this motherfuckea down Ya, bone comin back at you bitches for the 97 Ya, these mothafuckas didn't think it was on Old playa-hatin ass niggaz ya my niggaz brung they style to the table 1st Nigga, why don't you realize, recognize, idolize Its over bitch, its the art of war Retaliation Abort, when its the art of war The art of war, of war Abort, when its the art of war The art of war, of war Abort, when its the art of war The art of war, of war Abort, when its the art of war The art of war, of war Abort, when its the art of war One and two world war Playa playa we done party over time See we done partied over time Abort, when its the art of war One and two world war Playa playa we done party over time See we done partied over time (Guess who's back) (Bone Thugs-N-Harmony)

Woah now, retaliation Singing woah now, we a go wake up the nation Radio retaliation, it's such a different corporation We taking over your station and we a go change the vibration People fi get up and pump them fist when sleepy talk Hear mi transmission whether you drive or whether you walk Put up me antenna inna the middle of the park And transmit mi signal inna the light and inna the dark Radio retaliate, and never ever get caught And change the stereotype of people's wash over thoughts Fifty thousand watts of Thievery hit them like poison darts And watch the whole system what them build up fall apart Singing woah now retaliation Singing woah now, we a go wake up the nation Radio retaliation, it's such a different corporation We taking over your station and we a go change the vibration Mi have the basic qualification, just fi get people straight And juggle the microphone from eight o'clock back to eight People give me the recommendation from the musical senate Fi juggle the roundest sound, the mellowest sound The sound with the most weight Them stand up out of the corner, inna the driveway, outta mi gate To hear the chief rocker them a fling dubplate All who want fi challenge Thievery, then it's your time fi wait And re-emerge from the scene, and wipe away all the hate Radio retaliation, it's such a different corporation We taking over your station and we a go change the vibration Chief rocker Thievery Corp them pon the attack With melody and sophistication make you bound have to rock Sleepy wonder deh pon the mic, the ragga muffin speed rap And if your vibes is inna the gutter, I will lift it up to the top Eric and Rob them produce the beat, and invite Sleepy down fi chat The combination of the crew, destroy your whole habitat The main objection of the track is to tear the whole place flat And have the people inna the lounge Them want to get up, and they are singing Woah now retaliation Singing woah now, we a go wake up the nation Radio retaliation, it's such a different corporation We taking over your station and we a go change the vibration

I remember we was wilin' My first half of SP but this was way before the mob Everybody got a rock Tryin' to prove like a mutherfucker Try me I've popped (I've stopped) We been on the Henny fucked up This was when I was skinny and fucked up Nigga cluckin' for blood, get fucked up Memphis grisly, nigga we fucked up You remember that December when they ran with the money Baltimore tryin' to sue us, niggas playing with the money Went to war had a lot of niggas running Behind bars like a boss, how I'm coming Cancer hit I got scars on my stomach I remember all the nights you was stressing 'bout your momma Made me pick the phone up and call my motherfucking momma And say "I love you momma" We was young and fucked up in the head Drinkin' from the river if you fuckin' with my bread Had a little money, but we living in the red Living in the red, meaning we ain't got it like we said, keep it real wit' it Remember we first got a deal, nigga And you dropped "bad bitch" gave me "that shit is real nigga?" I was still in the field with 'em You was telling' me to quit, I was telling you to rap I was walking through the mob with a strap 10 chains on, I wasn't going for the jet Beefin' in the city where the niggas, they attack Boozie Badazz' boys bigger than his rap Remember when I told you I was going to the can You like man, my man, you going to the can I felt in your hug, in your hands Told you I'll be back in a minute Left the street, now I'm up in penitentiary And I'm hearing all these pussy niggas hating Saying damn, Boosie shit, Webbie going crazy We all going through it, pussy nigga stop hating Well I told 'em, I remember Remember they ran up in your house, got your bag, nigga Same time I was beefing with these rap niggas You had twins, they was beautiful as ever "Be a dad," what I told you in the letter I remain the same, how I ended in the end I'm always preaching game, nigga you don't need to drink Then you go preaching game, nigga you don't need to sing Why you drinking Henny, nigga why you selling Bourbon Where it did, well you must be fucking with his nerves Can't you burn these CDs, we gon' stomp you on the curb In that Monte Carlo when we first start to swerve Me, you and ball-head in the car full of herb Then we getting to it, now we fighting like some girls Who gon' drop first, nigga acting like some girl Never went to Church, man could said it was turnt Miss one night of pussy nigga, they be burnt Man we thug life for real pussy nigga, you be burnt When we was kids, we just wanted our turn In the hospital, me and you don't learn Steady as in God give us one more turn I remember, Webbie