Revenge (Instrumental) Lyrics
| Song | Revenge (Instrumental) |
| Artist | The Legion |
| Album | The Lost Tapes |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Showbiz | |
| I'm on the couch with my arms racing the breaks | |
| Sipping Malibu, watching Al Pacino's Scarface | |
| Tell 'em, Tony, when all of the sudden the whole *******t just thrown on me | |
| I been through everything you ever thought about | |
| In the drug game no doubt, in and out a few shoot-outs | |
| Yeah, I've been shot before, you alls blowing down the door | |
| This kid try to hit me up with a .44 | |
| Something ain't right, yo, *******t is shady | |
| Doctor pulling bullets from my body, look like slugs from a 380 | |
| For a minute I thought I was dead | |
| I head my cousin Buddha say they tried to move, accuse ahead | |
| They had to be the kids from up the block | |
| Heard I was making moves out of state | |
| They heard I had a little cake | |
| You see, they strike it, they ******* up thinking I'm dead | |
| I took the bullets to the body in the lower leg | |
| They done said, them kids about to get wetted | |
| It's gonna be a whole lot of bodies popping up dead | |
| Like I said, my body's on the couch doing some healing | |
| *******s on the block dropping dimes and squealing | |
| I'm on the phone with my cousin the guard back, kill what you had to say | |
| Now it's gonna be repercussions and retaliations | |
| But first I gotta go on vacation | |
| I gotta get my revenge | |
| *******s is *******sty, watch who's your peeps | |
| Know who to trust before they bust you in your sleep | |
| Real *******s do real things and *******sty ones a ******* | |
| And real *******s always win | |
| Please lay back, I'm all better, ******* the Berretta | |
| Show 'em what I mean, get these streets sweeping, time to clean | |
| Six deep in the cave five with the windows tinted | |
| Six more to get strapped with Macs and techs in the Tourist rented | |
| Yo, snatch that punk and put his ******* ass in the trunk | |
| We gonna take 'em to the hideout, these blindfolded, mouth filled with duct tape | |
| Take the razor to his face | |
| Now he's screaming, 'I wanna die, I wanna die' | |
| Yo, shut the ******* up before I stab your ass in the eye | |
| You're not gonna die yet, I need some information | |
| 'Cause I think your infiltration is coming from that kid, Jason | |
| He was somebody I was ******* with back in '88 | |
| Doing drug cakes, getting paid, but now I'm straight | |
| He was messing with five percent of the justice | |
| Kid was *******sty, just couldn't trust him | |
| I had to step into my own thing, I year later got my own ring | |
| Yeah, I'm my own king | |
| So no wonder his crew members under my possession | |
| Before I kill you, I want a confession | |
| I gotta get my revenge | |
| *******s is *******sty, watch who's your peeps | |
| Know who to trust before they bust you in your sleep | |
| Real *******s do real things and *******sty ones a ******* | |
| And real *******s always win | |
| I gotta get my revenge | |
| *******s is *******sty, watch who's your peeps | |
| Know who to trust before they bust you in your sleep | |
| Real *******s do real things and *******sty ones a ******* | |
| And real *******s always win | |
| Double brew with the mansion and the yacht | |
| A50 land cruiser and now the town was on lock | |
| Jason was getting gel, he heard you was getting mad | |
| Shut the ******* up, this is what you gonna do | |
| You gonna go by Jason's about 8 o'clock | |
| Tell him, yo, J, we ******* up | |
| What you gonna say? 'Yo, J, we ******* up' | |
| Meanwhile me and J in the city, all in the semis like mobsters | |
| Sipping Perignon and eating lobsters | |
| But what J never knew, I came with 50 kids from my crew | |
| And he came with about two | |
| So as we kick the willy boat, he keeps a peep, says it's a call from home | |
| He goes the steps to the phone | |
| He comes back to the table looking all distraught and puzzled | |
| I guess he realizes it's gonna be some trouble | |
| Yo, Artie Boo, lock the door, this *******t is closing | |
| Nobody leaving till I get this beef *******t here even | |
| Not this is realest situation, gets funny | |
| He starts telling me where his stash at and all of his money | |
| I don't want your stash, I want your ass, that's why I cut you from getting cash | |
| His *******sty ass won't last, enough talking, we out of here | |
| Yo, yo, Q, the vehicle is parked in the rear | |
| Slide through the back, jump in the five, wag BBS and Pirelli's | |
| Caught a body, filled my belly, now I hit the telly | |
| Now overall you can see, it didn't have to be the jealousy and envy | |
| Made him *******sty | |
| Now I got my revenge, sorry, my friend this is where the story has to end | |
| Gotta get my revenge |
| zuo qu : Showbiz | |
| I' m on the couch with my arms racing the breaks | |
| Sipping Malibu, watching Al Pacino' s Scarface | |
| Tell ' em, Tony, when all of the sudden the whole t just thrown on me | |
| I been through everything you ever thought about | |
| In the drug game no doubt, in and out a few shootouts | |
| Yeah, I' ve been shot before, you alls blowing down the door | |
| This kid try to hit me up with a . 44 | |
| Something ain' t right, yo, t is shady | |
| Doctor pulling bullets from my body, look like slugs from a 380 | |
| For a minute I thought I was dead | |
| I head my cousin Buddha say they tried to move, accuse ahead | |
| They had to be the kids from up the block | |
| Heard I was making moves out of state | |
| They heard I had a little cake | |
| You see, they strike it, they up thinking I' m dead | |
| I took the bullets to the body in the lower leg | |
| They done said, them kids about to get wetted | |
| It' s gonna be a whole lot of bodies popping up dead | |
| Like I said, my body' s on the couch doing some healing | |
| s on the block dropping dimes and squealing | |
| I' m on the phone with my cousin the guard back, kill what you had to say | |
| Now it' s gonna be repercussions and retaliations | |
| But first I gotta go on vacation | |
| I gotta get my revenge | |
| s is sty, watch who' s your peeps | |
| Know who to trust before they bust you in your sleep | |
| Real s do real things and sty ones a | |
| And real s always win | |
| Please lay back, I' m all better, the Berretta | |
| Show ' em what I mean, get these streets sweeping, time to clean | |
| Six deep in the cave five with the windows tinted | |
| Six more to get strapped with Macs and techs in the Tourist rented | |
| Yo, snatch that punk and put his ass in the trunk | |
| We gonna take ' em to the hideout, these blindfolded, mouth filled with duct tape | |
| Take the razor to his face | |
| Now he' s screaming, ' I wanna die, I wanna die' | |
| Yo, shut the up before I stab your ass in the eye | |
| You' re not gonna die yet, I need some information | |
| ' Cause I think your infiltration is coming from that kid, Jason | |
| He was somebody I was with back in ' 88 | |
| Doing drug cakes, getting paid, but now I' m straight | |
| He was messing with five percent of the justice | |
| Kid was sty, just couldn' t trust him | |
| I had to step into my own thing, I year later got my own ring | |
| Yeah, I' m my own king | |
| So no wonder his crew members under my possession | |
| Before I kill you, I want a confession | |
| I gotta get my revenge | |
| s is sty, watch who' s your peeps | |
| Know who to trust before they bust you in your sleep | |
| Real s do real things and sty ones a | |
| And real s always win | |
| I gotta get my revenge | |
| s is sty, watch who' s your peeps | |
| Know who to trust before they bust you in your sleep | |
| Real s do real things and sty ones a | |
| And real s always win | |
| Double brew with the mansion and the yacht | |
| A50 land cruiser and now the town was on lock | |
| Jason was getting gel, he heard you was getting mad | |
| Shut the up, this is what you gonna do | |
| You gonna go by Jason' s about 8 o' clock | |
| Tell him, yo, J, we up | |
| What you gonna say? ' Yo, J, we up' | |
| Meanwhile me and J in the city, all in the semis like mobsters | |
| Sipping Perignon and eating lobsters | |
| But what J never knew, I came with 50 kids from my crew | |
| And he came with about two | |
| So as we kick the willy boat, he keeps a peep, says it' s a call from home | |
| He goes the steps to the phone | |
| He comes back to the table looking all distraught and puzzled | |
| I guess he realizes it' s gonna be some trouble | |
| Yo, Artie Boo, lock the door, this t is closing | |
| Nobody leaving till I get this beef t here even | |
| Not this is realest situation, gets funny | |
| He starts telling me where his stash at and all of his money | |
| I don' t want your stash, I want your ass, that' s why I cut you from getting cash | |
| His sty ass won' t last, enough talking, we out of here | |
| Yo, yo, Q, the vehicle is parked in the rear | |
| Slide through the back, jump in the five, wag BBS and Pirelli' s | |
| Caught a body, filled my belly, now I hit the telly | |
| Now overall you can see, it didn' t have to be the jealousy and envy | |
| Made him sty | |
| Now I got my revenge, sorry, my friend this is where the story has to end | |
| Gotta get my revenge |
| zuò qǔ : Showbiz | |
| I' m on the couch with my arms racing the breaks | |
| Sipping Malibu, watching Al Pacino' s Scarface | |
| Tell ' em, Tony, when all of the sudden the whole t just thrown on me | |
| I been through everything you ever thought about | |
| In the drug game no doubt, in and out a few shootouts | |
| Yeah, I' ve been shot before, you alls blowing down the door | |
| This kid try to hit me up with a . 44 | |
| Something ain' t right, yo, t is shady | |
| Doctor pulling bullets from my body, look like slugs from a 380 | |
| For a minute I thought I was dead | |
| I head my cousin Buddha say they tried to move, accuse ahead | |
| They had to be the kids from up the block | |
| Heard I was making moves out of state | |
| They heard I had a little cake | |
| You see, they strike it, they up thinking I' m dead | |
| I took the bullets to the body in the lower leg | |
| They done said, them kids about to get wetted | |
| It' s gonna be a whole lot of bodies popping up dead | |
| Like I said, my body' s on the couch doing some healing | |
| s on the block dropping dimes and squealing | |
| I' m on the phone with my cousin the guard back, kill what you had to say | |
| Now it' s gonna be repercussions and retaliations | |
| But first I gotta go on vacation | |
| I gotta get my revenge | |
| s is sty, watch who' s your peeps | |
| Know who to trust before they bust you in your sleep | |
| Real s do real things and sty ones a | |
| And real s always win | |
| Please lay back, I' m all better, the Berretta | |
| Show ' em what I mean, get these streets sweeping, time to clean | |
| Six deep in the cave five with the windows tinted | |
| Six more to get strapped with Macs and techs in the Tourist rented | |
| Yo, snatch that punk and put his ass in the trunk | |
| We gonna take ' em to the hideout, these blindfolded, mouth filled with duct tape | |
| Take the razor to his face | |
| Now he' s screaming, ' I wanna die, I wanna die' | |
| Yo, shut the up before I stab your ass in the eye | |
| You' re not gonna die yet, I need some information | |
| ' Cause I think your infiltration is coming from that kid, Jason | |
| He was somebody I was with back in ' 88 | |
| Doing drug cakes, getting paid, but now I' m straight | |
| He was messing with five percent of the justice | |
| Kid was sty, just couldn' t trust him | |
| I had to step into my own thing, I year later got my own ring | |
| Yeah, I' m my own king | |
| So no wonder his crew members under my possession | |
| Before I kill you, I want a confession | |
| I gotta get my revenge | |
| s is sty, watch who' s your peeps | |
| Know who to trust before they bust you in your sleep | |
| Real s do real things and sty ones a | |
| And real s always win | |
| I gotta get my revenge | |
| s is sty, watch who' s your peeps | |
| Know who to trust before they bust you in your sleep | |
| Real s do real things and sty ones a | |
| And real s always win | |
| Double brew with the mansion and the yacht | |
| A50 land cruiser and now the town was on lock | |
| Jason was getting gel, he heard you was getting mad | |
| Shut the up, this is what you gonna do | |
| You gonna go by Jason' s about 8 o' clock | |
| Tell him, yo, J, we up | |
| What you gonna say? ' Yo, J, we up' | |
| Meanwhile me and J in the city, all in the semis like mobsters | |
| Sipping Perignon and eating lobsters | |
| But what J never knew, I came with 50 kids from my crew | |
| And he came with about two | |
| So as we kick the willy boat, he keeps a peep, says it' s a call from home | |
| He goes the steps to the phone | |
| He comes back to the table looking all distraught and puzzled | |
| I guess he realizes it' s gonna be some trouble | |
| Yo, Artie Boo, lock the door, this t is closing | |
| Nobody leaving till I get this beef t here even | |
| Not this is realest situation, gets funny | |
| He starts telling me where his stash at and all of his money | |
| I don' t want your stash, I want your ass, that' s why I cut you from getting cash | |
| His sty ass won' t last, enough talking, we out of here | |
| Yo, yo, Q, the vehicle is parked in the rear | |
| Slide through the back, jump in the five, wag BBS and Pirelli' s | |
| Caught a body, filled my belly, now I hit the telly | |
| Now overall you can see, it didn' t have to be the jealousy and envy | |
| Made him sty | |
| Now I got my revenge, sorry, my friend this is where the story has to end | |
| Gotta get my revenge |
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