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ft bun b dj kay slay - violent music (remix) (ft. bun b) - dj kay slay كلمات الأغنية

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[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
sh-t, 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 b-tch n-gg- dies, and
it’s a godd-mn dark moon risin’
clouds of burgundy drippin’ plasma
concrete crackin’ under your feet
it’s a f-ckin’ 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 n-gg-
can’t get caught by these b-st-rds
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 sh-t go down
’cause it ain’t no future in frontin’
they -ssumed that they pushed the b-tton
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–ss n-gg- start ridin’
to that violent–ss music

[hook: busta rhymes]
this be the music for the violent n-gg-
this be the music for the violent n-gg-
this be the music for the violent n-gg-
for the violent n-gg-, for the violent n-gg-, for the violent n-gg-
this be the music for the violent n-gg-
this be the music for the violent n-gg-
this be the music for the violent n-gg-
for the violent n-gg-, for the violent n-gg-, for the violent n-gg-

[verse 2: busta rhymes]
when i step up in the building
break a n-gg- back, break a n-gg- foot, chop a n-gg-
yah! yah! yah! yah!
and i’m hopin’ you ain’t with him
when a n-gg- get him in to kill him
star! star! star! star!
b-mbaclot
sh-ttin’ on these n-gg-s with a jumbo fart
beat a n-gg- ’til he do a somersault
and everything about it is your f-ckin’ fault
i give you what you want, that’s what you’re askin’ for
i don’t even really think you b-st-rds want it
kind of music n-gg-s get they -ss 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 n-gg-‘s little wifey on it – ugly!
the news channel might record it
leave me alone – trust me n-gg-
you don’t really wanna start, b-tch
i reach for the chrome, it won’t be the ratchet
beat a n-gg- with a crowbar, b-tch
psychopath – fire from the blowtorch, i’ll light your -ss
blue four-fifth like a blue nose pit
and when i let it go, it’ll bite your -ss

[hook: busta rhymes]

[verse 3: dj paul]
n-gg- think he bulletproof, unhurtable
make him take a bullet and f-ck if he took it personal
n-gg-s know i’m ruthless – convertible
they say “f-ck what you heard” but i ain’t heard of ’em
click, clack – ’bout to load up
know a n-gg- arm & hammer, it’s baking soda
know a n-gg- armed – i’m bobby chawla
got that .45 in the whip when i rolled up
i told your motherf-ckin’ -ss i’m gonna
i can get violent, motherf-cker, no cover
beat a young f-cker completely a different color
d-mn, when my finger roll on the trigger, no lover
f-cker – your b-tch is chicken like roscoe’s
i got the syrup on me like waffles
my life is a motherf-ckin’ movie, n-gg-
you’d think my sh-t was a novel
how, take that clip, that’s hollows
hundred rounds in that drum, b-tch
y’all p-ssy like a tom b-tch
whoppie goldberg got ’em all numb, b-tch
that talk again, no, you need to p-wn that
dj paul, know you heard of me
b-tch 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 sh-t and shotty’s mine
that n-gg-‘s name is gunplay and that’s what he ’bout
a n-gg- don’t be with that sh-t, forget that sh-t
my stick’ll turn a car into a coffin when it hit that sh-t
your b-tch 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 n-gg-s the kaddafi and osama type
the war’s on, yeah that’s what it’s soundin’ like
dumpin’ on these c-nts talkin’ sh-t until they soundin’ right

[hook: busta rhymes]

- ft bun b dj kay slay

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