Violent Music (Remix) (feat. Bun B, Busta Rhymes, DJ Paul & Gunplay)

Wake up to the whole room shaking, get up, wipe the dirt out my eyes, then

Run over to a blown-out window, it’s a war going on outside, man

Shit, I can see smoke in the distance and a fire lighting up the horizon

Hear the bombs going off in the background and the screams as a bitch nigga dies, and

It’s a goddamn dark moon rising, clouds of burgundy dripping plasma

Concrete cracking under your feet, it’s a fucking recipe for disaster

But I can’t stop now, though, so I gots to go harder, stronger, faster

And it gotta be quicker than the next nigga, can’t get caught by these bastards

Another day in the concrete jungle, where only the strong’ll survive, and

It’s a place where the kind get killed and the cutthroats keep on thriving

So the only way you can stay alive in a place like this where your life means nothing

Boy, you’d better be ready when the shit go down ‘cause it ain’t no future in your fronting

They assumed that they pushed the button, cancel Christmas and get below

Better chuck a roller then run for cover ‘cause if you don’t, they gon’ get you, bro

You’ve go nowhere to go, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide

Yeah, this is the feeling inside

When a trill-ass nigga start riding to that violent-ass music

This be the music for the violent nigga

This be the music for the violent nigga

This be the music for the violent nigga

For the violent nigga, for the violent nigga, for the violent nigga

This be the music for the violent nigga

This be the music for the violent nigga

This be the music for the violent nigga

For the violent nigga, for the violent nigga

When I step up in the building

Break a nigga back, break a nigga foot, chop a nigga, YAH, YAH, YAH, YAH

And I’m hoping you ain’t with him when a nigga get him in to kill him, STAR, STAR, STAR, STAR

Bumbaclot, shitting on these niggas with a jumbo fart

Beat a nigga ‘till he do a somersault, and everything about it is your fucking fault

I give you what you want, that’s what you’re asking for

I don’t even really think you bastards want it

Kind of music niggas get they ass whooped to

And put on World Star, somebody cameracord it

It’s VIOLENCE! See, now we lookin’ half dead, you’d better life support it

Funny, now the nigga’s little wifey on it – UGLY!

The news channel might record it

Leave me alone – trust me nigga

You don’t really wanna start, bitch

When I reach for the chrome, it won’t be the ratchet

Beat a nigga with a crowbar, bitch

Psychopath – fire from the blowtorch, I’ll light your ass

Blue four-fifth like a Blue Nose Pit and when I let it go, it’ll bite your ass

Nigga think he bulletproof, unhurtable

Make him take a bullet and fuck if he took it personal

Niggas know I’m ruthless – convertible

They say “fuck what you heard” but I ain’t heard of ‘em

Click, clack – ‘bout to load up

Know a nigga Arm & Hammer, it’s baking soda

Know a nigga armed - I’m Bobby Chawla

Got that.45 in the whip when I rolled up

I told your motherfucking ass I’m gonna

I can get violent, motherfucker, no cover

Beat a young fucker completely a different color

Damn, when my finger roll on the trigger, no lover

Fucker – your bitch is chicken like Roscoe’s

I got the syrup on me like waffles

My life is a motherfucking movie, nigga

You’d think my shit was a novel

How, take that clip, that’s hollows

Hundred rounds in that drum, bitch

Y’all pussy like a Tom bitch

Whoopie Goldberg got ‘em all numb, bitch

That talk again, no, you need to pawn that

DJ Paul, know you heard of me

Bitch I got that tummy tuck

We usin’ tommy guns, no surgery

As violent as I am? Ask yourself “now, should I try him?”

He might have a knife or may be packing iron

He skinny but his heart brolic, hard to back him down

If he miss the first time, he loop it back around

For every loss, somebody die (POW)

Then he walk off like nothing happened, "La di da"

Then write a rap, record that shit and shotty’s mine

That nigga’s name is Gunplay and that’s what he ‘bout

A nigga don’t be with that shit, forget that shit

My stick’ll turn a car into a coffin when it hit that shit

Your bitch screaming too, she hit and bleeding too

Now that’s what happens when you take a peek into my freaking zoo

Bring drama like all up in your mama life

And all my niggas the Kaddafi and Osama type

The war’s on, yeah that’s what it’s sounding like

Dumpin’ on these cunts talking shit until they sounding right