[Verse 1: Bun B]
Wake up to the whole room shaking, get up, wipe the dirt out my eyes, then
Run over to a blown-out window, it's a war going on outside, man
sh**, I can see smoke in the distance and a fire lighting up the horizon
Hear the bombs going off in the background and the screams as a b**h n***a dies, and
It's a goddamn dark moon rising, clouds of burgundy dripping plasma
Concrete cracking under your feet, it's a f**ing 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***a, can't get caught by these ba*tards
Another day in the concrete jungle, where only the strong'll survive, and
It's a place where the kind get k**ed and the cutthroats keep on thriving
So the only way you can stay alive in a place like this where your life means nothing
Boy, you'd better be ready when the sh** go down ‘cause it ain't no future in your fronting
They a**umed that they pushed the bu*ton, 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-a** n***a start riding to that violent-a** music
[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
This be the music for the violent n***a
This be the music for the violent n***a
This be the music for the violent n***a
For the violent n***a, for the violent n***a, for the violent n***a
This be the music for the violent n***a
This be the music for the violent n***a
This be the music for the violent n***a
For the violent n***a, for the violent n***a
[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
When I step up in the building
Break a n***a back, break a n***a foot, chop a n***a, YAH, YAH, YAH, YAH
And I'm hoping you ain't with him when a n***a get him in to k** him, STAR, STAR, STAR, STAR
Bumbaclot, sh**ting on these n***as with a jumbo fart
Beat a n***a ‘till he do a somersault, and everything about it is your f**ing fault
I give you what you want, that's what you're asking for
I don't even really think you ba*tards want it
Kind of music n***as get they a** whooped to
And put on World Star, somebody cameracord it
It's VIOLENCE! See, now we lookin' half dead, you'd better life support it
Funny, now the n***a's little wifey on it – UGLY!
The news channel might record it
Leave me alone – trust me n***a
You don't really wanna start, b**h
When I reach for the chrome, it won't be the ratchet
Beat a n***a with a crowbar, b**h
Psychopath – fire from the blowtorch, I'll light your a**
Blue four-fifth like a Blue Nose Pit and when I let it go, it'll bite your a**
[Hook]
[Verse 3: DJ Paul]
n***a think he bulletproof, unhurtable
Make him take a bullet and f** if he took it personal
n***as know I'm ruthless – convertible
They say “f** what you heard” but I ain't heard of ‘em
Click, clack – ‘bout to load up
Know a n***a Arm & Hammer, it's baking soda
Know a n***a armed - I'm Bobby Chawla
Got that .45 in the whip when I rolled up
I told your motherf**ing a** I'm gonna
I can get violent, motherf**er, no cover
Beat a young f**er completely a different color
Damn, when my finger roll on the trigger, no lover
f**er – your b**h is chicken like Roscoe's
I got the syrup on me like waffles
My life is a motherf**ing movie, n***a
You'd think my sh** was a novel
How, take that clip, that's hollows
Hundred rounds in that drum, b**h
Y'all p**y like a Tom b**h
Whoopie Goldberg got ‘em all numb, b**h
That talk again, no, you need to pawn that
DJ Paul, know you heard of me
b**h I got that tummy tuck
We usin' tommy guns, no surgery
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Gunplay]
As violent as I am? Ask yourself “now, should I try him?”
He might have a knife or may be packing 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 (POW)
Then he walk off like nothing happened, "La di da"
Then write a rap, record that sh** and shotty's mine
That n***a's name is Gunplay and that's what he ‘bout
A n***a don't be with that sh**, forget that sh**
My stick'll turn a car into a coffin when it hit that sh**
Your b**h screaming too, she hit and bleeding too
Now that's what happens when you take a peek into my freaking zoo
Bring drama like all up in your mama life
And all my n***as the Kaddafi and Osama type
The war's on, yeah that's what it's sounding like
Dumpin' on these c*nts talking sh** until they sounding right
[Hook]