DJ Kay Slay - Violent Music Remix lyrics

[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**, 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**h n***a dies, and It's a goddamn dark moon risin' Clouds of burgundy drippin' plasma Concrete crackin' under your feet It's a f**in' 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 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** go down 'Cause it ain't no future in frontin' 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 ridin' 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, 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 hopin' you ain't with him When a n***a get him in to k** him STAR! STAR! STAR! STAR! Bumbaclot... sh**tin' on these n***as with a jumbo fart Beat a n***a 'til he do a somersault And everything about it is your f**in' fault I give you what you want, that's what you're askin' for I don't even really think you ba*tards want it Kind of music n***as get they a** 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***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 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: Busta Rhymes] [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**in' 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**in' 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 Whoppie 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: 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** 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 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***as the Kaddafi and Osama type The war's on, yeah that's what it's soundin' like Dumpin' on these c*nts talkin' sh** until they soundin' right [Hook: Busta Rhymes]