First Verse: [Juvenile]
 Scraped my elbow jumpin' the fence
 Creepin' through the grass camoflauged lookin' for them
 Cowards, non-believers, contradictors, I'm comin' to get ya
 You try to frame me without the picture
 Shit, I'm obligated, to be a Juvenile for life
 It don't change robbin' shit in this game
 I know you heard about that 7th ward, 9th and the rest
 But who's down to knock a head off and wear a vest?
 Take a flight through that Nolia and then see who represent
 Not with them thugs ridin' wearin' them black reebok tennis
 Niggas fifteen, sixteen, seventeen
 Slangin' iron from that Josephine through that Melphanine
 And would do almost anything to prove himself relentless
 Like, a murder job and forgettin' the consequences
 Hustlin' through the brick walls avoidin' the feds
 Pushin' the dope steady duckin' blue eyes and curly heads
 And he got caught and then start, runnin' with yo peers
 Got swole and been home and now you back out chea
 And that boyd that cha shot, brothas hangin' on the block
 You don't know him but he know ya look you bout to get got
 BOW!!!!!! Laid out in cold blood on the Ave.
 Here comes the paramedics media and crime lab
 Understand this is all he know and it's all he see
 Which is why they known to be a Juvenile just like me
 Would'ja see that my words were a little bit cold a little bit trife
 Down with Tec Mafia Juvenile fa life

 Chorus: [Ms. Tee]
 Niggas.......they comin' to get'cha
 You betta watch ya back before they muthafuckin' split cha (3x)

 Second Verse: [B.G.]

 Ain't that cold? I heard a nigga, downed my nigga
 My partna just paged me and say they found my nigga
 It's a bust back thang can't be no hoes
 I got a hundred rounds plus for my Calico
 Fa sho we get's busy, and leave that ass fonky
 Full of that monkey and we don't to act a donkey
 I'ma go get in my all black fit, when I come just sit
 Cuz if ya sit cha hit, if ya split cha split
 If you die, you die
 Take it ten for one, wave bye-bye wave bye-bye
 You done took mine, I'ma take yearn
 This is what'cha earn, chopper bullets burn
 S.K. trigga clicker, the blunt-smoker lighter flipper
 Paper chaser for six figures bout my issue
 I'm get to split cha, get cha if you in my way
 I'ma deal wit'cha, muthafucka take a picture
 I'll wax that ass then tax on my yay
 Today if play I lay with the A.K.
 To spray and lay down the snaps I get down
 Niggas can't touch what me and Bun puttin' down
 Now down and pump round and distribute kees
 You sleep six feet I tear down the whole street
 Wear down the family they grieve because ya flat
 Bust ya head up leave ya deader yo blood redder
 I done fucked ya set down nigga hut
 Nigga what keep ya mouth shut retalitation is a must

 Chorus

 Third Verse: [Bun B]

 Dead ass nigga don't fail, no yellin', hit the door it never fail
 Shippin' his ass off to Hell, still the killas left behind him
 Can't find him cuz the nine flatlined him
 Now Mister, murda master for the lastin'
 Niggas tryed to swerve it past her, turned into a nervous bastard
 The blaster the Cash Money clique'll shoot em up
 And me all we had to do was boot em up
 He got the buck now who the fuck want it?
 I can't see it happen, clips be clappin'
 Cappin' you til' you see through Bitch go ask B3 too how we do
 Cuz me, you to one equals people,
 Retaliation also known as the sequel
 It's X-rated, cuz the clique's made ten and now you throw the bitch
 Like I got no fuckin' sense, and I don't so take that
 A dead ass nigga can't talk, wave or blink back
 Click! Snapshot, to me your rap's not
 That hot like a fat rock off a crack spot
 In the back got a stable,
 That's able to crack a bitch with a conference table
 Then choke her wit a jumper cable
 A Chiefer that stay reefer mo blunted
 One time a hoed stunted
 We beat that bitch and right now no more frontin'
 Niggas actin' all shitty, gettin' no pity
 Cuz my niggas actin' pretty showin' many from our city
 Retalitation nigga

 Chorus