Busta Rhymes - Violent Music (Remix) lyrics

[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]