Violators

Busta Rhymes

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    [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 niggas
    Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website violate the club niggas
    Screaming what, what niggas, y'all a bunch of but niggas
    Always want figures but never play the cut niggas
    Talk mad shit but never put up niggas
    Is it cause I bust wit stuff that just shut up niggas
    Flow like dro, I pull then clip it or mix it wit some moet then sip it
    Then turn around and flip it, shit 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 y'all 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
    Shit you won't find at old navy, two hundred zero ad
    Still live shit, spit to divide cliques on some wise guy shit
    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

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    [noreaga]
    Yo my niggas is on the same level I'm on
    You ask me why I'm melvin flynt I'm doing a porn
    Ay yo y'all niggas 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
    Bitches know how I come, I bring the cock wit it
    All of the thug piece you know I gotta rock wit it
    I ear plane the hoe like I cockpitted
    Yo I love my niggas, don't love no chicks
    I like to light the blunts then order my licks
    Foundation motherfucker like the bottom of bricks
    I'm from iraq nigga wit domican hits
    Peurto rican motherfuckers yo y'all fake they fits
    Violator motherfucker

    [mysonne]
    Yo, yo
    I told these niggas from the gitty up
    Yall give me sixteen yo I'll tear this whole city up
    And niggas 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 niggas 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, y'all can't stand pain
    Cop you some gators, drink champane
    Cause when it comes to the street shit, I let the heat lift
    Murder scene police lines nigga white sheet shit
    Yall roll wit niggas, I'm the one they roll wit
    Yall go get niggas, I'm the one they go get
    Yall niggas don't want nothing to do wit me
    Cause I spit guns and rhymes like their's two of me
    Motherfucker

    [prodigy]
    Niggas 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 niggas 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 y'all niggas 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 nigga mistake me for herb
    Get buried over words, I'm loose wit the dessy bird
    I can show ready or tell, y'all niggas 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 nigga challeging
    Blow one all in your knee cap leave you staggering
    Scrambling cause theirs a whole lot of shit we be handling
    My hands all in the money, fuck it we dibble and dabbling
    Got you imageing how this could really all be happeing
    My landscape of live niggas stretch from here to maryland
    Blaw put one in a nigga who be rambling
    And blow a hundred thou if y'all niggas is really gambling
    Gritty niggas feel the snap pop leaving it crackling
    You know the bouncer keep all of my live niggas wild wit him
    Traveling to see niggas from howard through grambling
    Ha round up my niggas to form a large gathering
    Yo rattling niggas who walk badlimp
    Beat you in the same place till the blues start blacking
    C-e-o niggas stay genaral managing
    Flipmode throwing those heavy bundles we carrying
    Yo analyze my many live niggas cramming it
    We throw a three pointer, while y'all niggas throwing javelins
    Sweating your whole shit, 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 niggas remain champions
    Ha, ha, ha

    [busta rhymes]
    Flipmode, violator, we always silence shit
    Fuck is wrong wit yall
    Cut that shit off now
    Cut it off nigga
    Cut it off nigga

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    Composición: Kasseem Dean y Trevor Smith

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