[Intro: Ice-T]
  Every year the same shit happens
  More fuckin' funerals, dead homies
  Niggas out here killin' each other
  I don't know why
  And when it happens to you
  just can't turn the other fuckin' cheek
  Gotta get back for your dead niggas
  Yeah I'm caught up to
    [Ice-T]
  Sometimes I sit and wonder
  how many motherfuckers gonna die this summer
  Gunshots from the hummer
  Now the sawed-off riot pumps lead across your beds
  They said: "Mama, less you wouldn't strike back"
  mack ten, eleven, twelve, hit us and then puts us to hell
  They started it, there's no way to mend it, we'll end it
  My crew'll hit the matresses, G.O.D.
  Father style - all prepared to get buckwild
  Half my niggas ball, other half ain't got it all
  They stay up at nights waitin' on a combat call
  Drinkin' hard liquor, smokin' mad loop and shit
  So high, sometimes I even gotta load they clips
  I ain't mad at them though, they dumps the ammo
  in you, suspend you in here, hell yeah
  It's the time that the real niggas live for retaliation
  Move on 'em, show, improve on 'em
  All you punk bitches just stand back and watch
  Me, I'm oilin' up the Heckler & Gotch
  I gots no love, for them busters, who put the work in
  I can still see my fuckin' boys' body jerkin'
  I ran over to him, put my hand on his chest
  Hole like an apple in the side of his neck
  His eyes glanced up, his body jerked once more
  There's nothin' else to do but to go to war
  Slide the hollow-tips in the chrome four-four
  Roll down the windows, hang the heat out the door
  Catch all the fuckin' bodies that I can tonight
  Double-back on your bitch crew, broad daylight
    [Chorus: Ice-T]
  There's no innocence allowed in these ghetto streets
  Grab your guns, buck 'em off, when ya hit your leak
  Tell me what would you do if they killed your best friend?
  Could you keep your cool, would the wounds mend?
  If I said "peace", I'll be a motherfuckin' liar
  ("I'm lettin' off until my arms tired" - [cut and scratched]) Retaliation
    [Ice-T]
  Been packin' straps so long I gots some permanent bruise in my leg
  Better that than dead
  Now it's time to show you what I'm trained for in this
  Rally up the wolfpack-attack relentless
  Make ya understand it was the wrong crew ya fuck with
  Now it's on bitches, guys are darker than shit
  You musta not a known when you fuckin' hit that day
  Or maybe you di, you're dyin' anyway
  And not just you, some of your family
  To tell you the truth any fuckin' body we see
  You might just wanna turn yourself into me
  To save your hood pain of my crews' treachery
  You fucked up, we know who you are, where ya live
  We got your place ran up to a cop on the tick
  We'll hit your block so hard, you'll swear it was an earthquake
  Squeeze off the fully-auto, make your whole crib shake
  I know you're breathin' hard, livin' on your last day
  Or maybe, you're laughin', thinkin' that you got away
  I don't give a fuck, I won't sleep
  Till one of us lays me and my nigga
  That's the fear of these triggers
  If ya smart, ya probably make a break out of state
  We'll just snatch your kid, grab your fuckin' bitch and wait
  I'll catch ya down South, lay your ass out straight
  There's no where to run, it's time to meet your make
  You got one chance, arm your whole damn crew
  I couldn't stop my fuckin' niggas if I wanted to
    [Chorus: Ice-T]
  There's no innocence allowed in these ghetto streets
  Grab your guns, buck 'em off, when ya hit your leak
  Tell me what would you do if they killed your best friend?
  Could you keep your cool, would the wounds mend?
  If I said "peace", I'll be a motherfuckin' liar
  ("I'm lettin' off until my arms tired" - [cut and scratched])
  Retaliation
    ("Lettin' off until my arms tired" - [cut and scratched])