Sonja Blade - Violators lyrics

* 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***as Ruff ryder bug n***as, Def Jam website violate the club n***as Screaming what, what n***as, yall a bunch of but n***as Always want figures but never play the cut n***as Talk mad sh** but never put up n***as Is it cause I bust wit stuff that just shut up n***as Flow like dro, I pull then clip it or mix it wit some moet then sip it Then turn around and flip it, sh** 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** you won't find at old navy, two hundred zero ad Still live sh**, spit to divide cliques on some wise guy sh** 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***as is on the same level I'm on You ask me why I'm Melvin Flynt I'm doing a p**n Ay yo yall n***as is faker then a three dollar bill And I don't shoot to bust yo I shoot to k** What's going on yo, the jumpoff and jump off flow Yo I'm in five O, O, O, yo pa** that hoe After you get done wit it, yo let me hit it b**hes know how I come, I bring the co*k wit it All of the thug piece you know I gotta rock wit it I ear plane the hoe like I co*kpitted Yo I love my n***as, don't love no chicks I like to light the blunts then order my licks Foundation motherf**er like the bottom of bricks I'm from Iraq n***a wit domican hits Peurto Rican motherf**ers yo yall fake they fits Violator motherf**er [Mysonne] Yo, yo I told these n***as from the gitty up Yall give me sixteen yo I'll tear this whole city up And n***as 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***as like corn, and real k**ers do k**ings 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 who*e 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**, I let the heat lift Murder scene police lines n***a white sheet sh** Yall roll wit n***as, I'm the one they roll wit Yall go get n***as, I'm the one they go get Yall n***as don't want nothing to do wit me Cause I spit guns and rhymes like their's two of me Motherf**er [Prodigy] n***as 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***as 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***as 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***a mistake me for herb Get buried over words, I'm loose wit the dessy bird I can show ready or tell, yall n***as 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***a challeging Blow one all in your knee cap leave you staggering Scrambling cause theirs a whole lot of sh** we be handling My hands all in the money, f** it we dibble and dabbling Got you imageing how this could really all be happeing My landscape of live n***as stretch from here to Maryland BLAW put one in a n***a who be rambling And blow a hundred thou if yall n***as is really gambling Gritty n***as feel the snap pop leaving it crackling You know the bouncer keep all of my live n***as wild wit him Traveling to see n***as from Howard through Grambling Ha round up my n***as to form a large gathering Yo rattling n***as who walk badlimp Beat you in the same place till the blues start blacking C-E-O n***as stay genaral managing FLIPMODE throwing those heavy bundles we carrying Yo an*lyze my many live n***as cramming it We throw a three pointer, while yall n***as throwing javelins Sweating your whole sh**, 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***as remain champions HA, HA, HA [Busta Rhymes] Flipmode, Violator, We always silence sh** f** is wrong wit yall Cut that sh** off now Cut it off n***a Cut it off n***a