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Busta Rhymes

"Violators"

* just to be clear, L Boogie does +not+ in this case refer to Lauryn Hill

[Swizz Beatz]
Let's get it started, get it started
Let's keep it started, keep it started
Yeah, yeah, Violater the album
Go, go, go!!

[L Boogie]
This is for my mob and my thug n*ggas
Ruff ryder bug n*ggas, Def Jam website violate the club n*ggas
Screaming what, what n*ggas, yall a bunch of but n*ggas
Always want figures but never play the cut n*ggas
Talk mad sh*t but never put up n*ggas
Is it cause I bust wit stuff that just shut up n*ggas
Flow like dro, I pull then clip it or mix it wit some moet then sip it
Then turn around and flip it, sh*t on your whole album wit a snippet
Run up on your lawyer for your contract then rip it
Shame on your label, for trying to let you eat at my seat
When they know I call my name at this table
I'm gon always be here, and yall always gonna fear
The bronx making them recoreds cause we always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!

[Swizz Beatz]
It ain't over, It ain't over, ain't over

[Sonja Blade]
I'm the one wit the chrome and the clothes
Drop flows from the dome , wit the ice got the price of a home and a lobe
SONJA BLAD-E, just so you know baby (yeah)
Hold eighty roll through you and your old lady
How rich this dough made me, gold az matching the navie
sh*t you won't find at old navy, two hundred zero ad
Still live sh*t, spit to divide cliques on some wise guy sh*t
Same chick from the ?, pretty eyes lips, thighs hips everything five and six
Height five six, jeans five six, benz green five and six keep me five or sixed
We know dice hit want cream fold, for two green five six seelo and the ego (yeah)
So how you flipping grams yo (uh uh)
I'm touching keys like pianos to getting dough like Tony Soprano

[Noreaga]
Yo my n*ggas is on the same level I'm on
You ask me why I'm Melvin Flynt I'm doing a porn
Ay yo yall n*ggas is faker then a three dollar bill
And I don't shoot to bust yo I shoot to kill
What's going on yo, the jumpoff and jump off flow
Yo I'm in five O, O, O, yo pass that hoe
After you get done wit it, yo let me hit it
b*tches know how I come, I bring the c*ck wit it
All of the thug piece you know I gotta rock wit it
I ear plane the hoe like I c*ckpitted
Yo I love my n*ggas, don't love no chicks
I like to light the blunts then order my licks
Foundation motherf*cker like the bottom of bricks
I'm from Iraq n*gga wit domican hits
Peurto Rican motherf*ckers yo yall fake they fits
Violator motherf*cker

[Mysonne]
Yo, yo
I told these n*ggas from the gitty up
Yall give me sixteen yo I'll tear this whole city up
And n*ggas don't believe then tell em put fifty up
All bets is down, all my thugs do dirt, all our tecs spit rounds
My ? playas disrespected clowns
Bringing guns, weed and coke to connected towns
See I pop n*ggas like corn, and real killers do killings wit the lights on
I knock em out, cause I don't like to fight long
Remember me lefty gun up in my right palm
It's Mysonne, see Mysonne is the one that knock on your door
You open up, you see a whore wit the Glock to your jaw
See Mysonne is the one that hit the blocks wit the raw
For his money, Mysonne air the block wit the four
Yall cowards don't want war, yall can't stand pain
Cop you some gators, drink champane
Cause when it comes to the street sh*t, I let the heat lift
Murder scene police lines n*gga white sheet sh*t
Yall roll wit n*ggas, I'm the one they roll wit
Yall go get n*ggas, I'm the one they go get
Yall n*ggas don't want nothing to do wit me
Cause I spit guns and rhymes like their's two of me
Motherf*cker

[Prodigy]
n*ggas can't be serious, we wear guns like clothes
But only show em when it's time to blow em in bulk
We been through way worse then war, razor fights and more
Left n*ggas wit leaks, holes and wide jaw
Be the quiet storm, appear how you wanna scale bar
Check out your weight, see if it's worth to war
We did the street life yall n*ggas just got involved
My appetite for guns is similar to carnivores
Dislike me you head on, fight me you dead wrong
Cause now a days you only get wet wit my dead on
Don't let this song push you, the fourth hit you
Have you keyed up gasping for breath on the floor cripple
Infamous we take it to the extremes my words
Especially when a n*gga mistake me for herb
Get buried over words, I'm loose wit the dessy bird
I can show ready or tell, yall n*ggas heard

[Busta Rhymes]
Now gitty up now, it's lighting horse back saddleing
Rob beaches like we rowing a boat and we paddleing
Down a stream of water, wet any n*gga challeging
Blow one all in your knee cap leave you staggering
Scrambling cause theirs a whole lot of sh*t we be handling
My hands all in the money, f*ck it we dibble and dabbling
Got you imageing how this could really all be happeing
My landscape of live n*ggas stretch from here to Maryland
BLAW put one in a n*gga who be rambling
And blow a hundred thou if yall n*ggas is really gambling
Gritty n*ggas feel the snap pop leaving it crackling
You know the bouncer keep all of my live n*ggas wild wit him
Traveling to see n*ggas from Howard through Grambling
Ha round up my n*ggas to form a large gathering
Yo rattling n*ggas who walk badlimp
Beat you in the same place till the blues start blacking
C-E-O n*ggas stay genaral managing
FLIPMODE throwing those heavy bundles we carrying
Yo analyze my many live n*ggas cramming it
We throw a three pointer, while yall n*ggas throwing javelins
Sweating your whole sh*t, feel your clothes dampeing
Dancing in a line of four wheel drives we lamping
The ? arms length up in the draw paneling
Or unraveling the truth on how n*ggas remain champions
HA, HA, HA

[Busta Rhymes]
Flipmode, Violator, We always silence sh*t
f*ck is wrong wit yall
Cut that sh*t off now
Cut it off n*gga
Cut it off n*gga

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