"Violent Music (Remix)" Lyrics
[Intro: DJ Kay Slay]
DJ Kay Slay the drama king
You know I had to remix this joint right here
Violent Music
Bun B
Busta Rhymes
DJ Paul
Gunplay
[Verse 1: Bun B]
Wake up to the whole room shakin’
Get up, wipe the dirt out my eyes, then
Run over to a blown-out window
It’s a war goin’ on outside, man
Shit, I can see smoke in the distance
And a fire lightin’ up the horizon
Hear the bombs goin’ off in the background
And the screams as a bitch nigga dies, and
It’s a goddamn dark moon risin’
Clouds of burgundy drippin’ plasma
Concrete crackin’ under your feet
It’s a fuckin’ 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 thrivin’
So the only way you can stay alive
in a place like this where your life means nothin’
Boy, you’d better be ready when the shit go down
‘Cause it ain’t no future in frontin’
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 ridin’
To that violent-ass music
[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
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, for the violent nigga
[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
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 hopin’ you ain’t with him
when a nigga get him in to kill him
STAR! STAR! STAR! STAR!
Bumbaclot…
Shittin’ on these niggas with a jumbo fart
Beat a nigga ‘til he do a somersault
And everything about it is your fuckin’ fault
I give you what you want, that’s what you’re askin’ for
I don’t even really think you bastards want it
Kind of music niggas get they ass whopped to
And put on World Star, somebody came and recorded 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
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
[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
[Verse 3: DJ Paul]
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 motherfuckin’ 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 motherfuckin’ 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
Whoppie 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
[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
[Verse 4: Gunplay]
As violent as I am?
Ask yourself “now, should I try him?”
He might have a knife or may be packin’ 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…
Then he walk off like nothin’ happened… la de 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 screamin’ too, she hit and bleedin’ too
Now that’s what happens when you take a peek into my freakin’ 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 soundin’ like
Dumpin’ on these cunts talkin’ shit until they soundin’ right
[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
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