Noreaga - Violators Lyrics
* just to be clear, l boogie does +not+ in this case refer to lauryn hill[swizz beatz]Lets get it started, get it startedLets keep it started, keep it startedYeah, yeah, violater the albumGo, go, go!![l boogie]This is for my mob and my thug niggasRuff ryder bug niggas, def jam website violate the club niggasScreaming what, what niggas, yall a bunch of but niggasAlways want figures but never play the cut niggasTalk mad shit but never put up niggasIs it cause I bust wit stuff that just shut up niggasFlow like dro, I pull then clip it or mix it wit some moet then sip itThen turn around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippetRun up on your lawyer for your contract then rip itShame on your label, for trying to let you eat at my seatWhen they know I call my name at this tableIm gon always be here, and yall always gonna fearThe bronx making them recoreds cause we always preparedGot sons you dont know about, ones you dont know aboutBuns by the tons, mad guns and we going outWhat!![swizz beatz]It aint over, it aint over, aint over[sonja blade]Im the one wit the chrome and the clothesDrop flows from the dome , wit the ice got the price of a home and a lobeSonja blad-e, just so you know baby (yeah)Hold eighty roll through you and your old ladyHow rich this dough made me, gold az matching the navieShit you wont find at old navy, two hundred zero adStill live shit, spit to divide cliques on some wise guy shitSame chick from the ? , pretty eyes lips, thighs hips everything five and sixHeight five six, jeans five six, benz green five and six keep me five or sixedWe know dice hit want cream fold, for two green five six seelo and the ego (yeah)So how you flipping grams yo (uh uh)Im touching keys like pianos to getting dough like tony soprano[noreaga]Yo my niggas is on the same level Im onYou ask me why Im melvin flynt Im doing a pornAy yo yall niggas is faker then a three dollar billAnd I dont shoot to bust yo I shoot to killWhats going on yo, the jumpoff and jump off flowYo Im in five o, o, o, yo pass that hoeAfter you get done wit it, yo let me hit it*****es know how I come, I bring the ***** wit itAll of the thug piece you know I gotta rock wit itI ear plane the hoe like I *****pittedYo I love my niggas, dont love no chicksI like to light the blunts then order my licksFoundation mother*****er like the bottom of bricksIm from iraq nigga wit domican hitsPeurto rican mother*****ers yo yall fake they fitsViolator mother*****er[mysonne]Yo, yoI told these niggas from the gitty upYall give me sixteen yo Ill tear this whole city upAnd niggas dont believe then tell em put fifty upAll bets is down, all my thugs do dirt, all our tecs spit roundsMy ? playas disrespected clownsBringing guns, weed and coke to connected townsSee I pop niggas like corn, and real killers do killings wit the lights onI knock em out, cause I dont like to fight longRemember me lefty gun up in my right palmIts mysonne, see mysonne is the one that knock on your doorYou open up, you see a whore wit the glock to your jawSee mysonne is the one that hit the blocks wit the rawFor his money, mysonne air the block wit the fourYall cowards dont want war, yall cant stand painCop you some gators, drink champaneCause when it comes to the street shit, I let the heat liftMurder scene police lines nigga white sheet shitYall roll wit niggas, Im the one they roll witYall go get niggas, Im the one they go getYall niggas dont want nothing to do wit meCause I spit guns and rhymes like theirs two of meMother*****er[prodigy]Niggas cant be serious, we wear guns like clothesBut only show em when its time to blow em in bulkWe been through way worse then war, razor fights and moreLeft niggas wit leaks, holes and wide jawBe the quiet storm, appear how you wanna scale barCheck out your weight, see if its worth to warWe did the street life yall niggas just got involvedMy appetite for guns is similar to carnivoresDislike me you head on, fight me you dead wrongCause now a days you only get wet wit my dead onDont let this song push you, the fourth hit youHave you keyed up gasping for breath on the floor crippleInfamous we take it to the extremes my wordsEspecially when a nigga mistake me for herbGet buried over words, Im loose wit the dessy birdI can show ready or tell, yall niggas heard[busta rhymes]Now gitty up now, its lighting horse back saddleingRob beaches like we rowing a boat and we paddleingDown a stream of water, wet any nigga challegingBlow one all in your knee cap leave you staggeringScrambling cause theirs a whole lot of shit we be handlingMy hands all in the money, ***** it we dibble and dabblingGot you imageing how this could really all be happeingMy landscape of live niggas stretch from here to marylandBlaw put one in a nigga who be ramblingAnd blow a hundred thou if yall niggas is really gamblingGritty niggas feel the snap pop leaving it cracklingYou know the bouncer keep all of my live niggas wild wit himTraveling to see niggas from howard through gramblingHa round up my niggas to form a large gatheringYo rattling niggas who walk badlimpBeat you in the same place till the blues start blackingC-e-o niggas stay genaral managingFlipmode throwing those heavy bundles we carryingYo analyze my many live niggas cramming itWe throw a three pointer, while yall niggas throwing javelinsSweating your whole shit, feel your clothes dampeingDancing in a line of four wheel drives we lampingThe ? arms length up in the draw panelingOr unraveling the truth on how niggas remain championsHa, ha, ha[busta rhymes]Flipmode, violator, we always silence shit***** is wrong wit yallCut that shit off nowCut it off niggaCut it off nigga
