Juelz Santana - Violence (Featuring Bezel) Lyrics

Huh, okay, put the kids to bed
Put 'em to bed now
I said put 'em to bed now
Do it
Yeah, yeah
It's goin' down
DipSet, bitch
Juelz Santana

Grip to it, kick to it
Fuck that, spit to it
Sorry people, party people
This ain't kids' music
Nope

This is violence
(Violence, violence)
This is violence
(Violence)
Violence

The champ is back
This is my anthem track
This wasn't made for to dance or for your hands to clap
This that
Gutter, gutter motherfucker
This that
Get your knife, time to gut a motherfucker
They hand you the snub

Dismantle your mug
A headshot have you looking like you shampoo with blood
The vandalous thugs
The scandalous thugs
That go to your block, piss on the spot where your candle's put up
This ain't no damn push music
Or no hammish music
This ain't party time, it's army time

Ambush music
This that cripple fly, kill a guy, full blown gorilla-fied
Don't go in the club if you can't get your clip inside music
This that half a pound, back 'em down, ask around
Nobody say nuttin' 'cuz they know they gon' get gatted down music
That pop and squeeze, lots of screams, guess what
Coppers, we ain't never forgot about Rodney King music

Grip to it, kick to it
Fuck that, spit to it
Sorry people, party people
This ain't kids' music
Nope

This is violence
(Violence, violence)
This is violence
(Violence)
Violence

Let's get ready to rumble
This that gritty, gritty for shizzy y'all
For shizzy, nizzy, I'll kill a nigga, he piss me off
Heat him down, keep the pound, see him now, beat him down
I ain't talkin' 'bout a bush when I say he'll get beat around music
He ain't actin' right, grab and fight, stab him right
Show dude old school snatches at taxes night
Sip sizzurp, smoke weed, X up, coke, please
Dope fiends, get a load of this new codeine
That music, crack music, peel a nigga cap to it

No reason at all
This music is that stupid
It's the code of silence
(No it's)
Spoken silence
Right now I am promoting violence
Why shouldn't I get the vest and spit the thing
When y'all promote cigarettes and nicotine
And y'all hope we stop it
Y'all told me stop it
Y'all the ones that keep promoting violence

Grip to it, kick to it
Fuck that, spit to it
Sorry people, party people
This ain't kids' music
Nope

This is violence
(Violence, violence)
This is violence
(Violence)
Violence

This the shit that the gangstas love
Stomp out a gang of bud
Squeeze off a gang of slugs
We gotta vacate the club music
That's how the gangstas does
Shanking O.J., a thug
Go get your glock, and let it pop
Just like Bacon does music
We the few left that does what we do best
This here, get clear, illegal in the U.S.
I overdosed the injection that leave you posted and deaded

This so gangsta, they can't make a radio edit
This that act correct, 'cuz I ain't got to pack a Tec
I could just snap my hand and have a nigga snap ya neck
This the talk is cheap, so I let the luger speak
Pump the torch, then dump the corpse off in Dawson's Creek
The O.G. killer is back, so if you're living is whack
Come see me, little nigga, I'll give you a gat like
Here, here's a hammer nigga
Here, go hurt a nigga
Here, go jam a nigga
Here, go murk a nigga

Grip to it, kick to it
Fuck that, spit to it
Sorry people, party people
This ain't kids' music
Nope

This is violence
(Violence, violence)
This is violence
(Violence)
Violence

Grip to it, kick to it
Fuck that, spit to it
Sorry people, party people
This ain't kids' music
Nope

This is violence
(Violence, violence)
This is violence
(Violence)
Violence