(feat. Bezel)

[Intro: Juelz Santana]

Huh, okay, put the kids to bed
Put 'em to bed now
I said put 'em to bed now!

Do it!
Yeah, yeah
It's goin' down

DipSet, (*##$
Juelz Santana
AY


[Chorus]
Grip to it, kick to it

$#&@ that, spit to it
Sorry people, party people
This ain't kids' music

Nope
This is violence (violence, violence)
This is violence (violence)

Violence

[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]

The champ is back
Yup
This is my anthem track

Yup
This wasn't made for to dance or for your hands to clap
This that

Gutter, gutter mother$#&@er AY
This that
Get your knife, time to gut a mother$#&@er AY

They hand you the snub
Dismantle your mug
A headshot have you looking like you shampoo with blood

The vandalous thugs
The scandalous thugs
That go to your block, piss on the spot where your candle's put up

This ain't no damn push music
Or no hammish (?) music
This ain't party time it's army time

Ambush music
This that cripple fly, kill a guy, full blown gorilla-fied
Don't go in the club if you can't get your clip inside music

This that half a pound, back 'em down, ask around
Nobody say nuttin', cause they know they gon' get gatted down music
That pop and squeeze, lots of screams, guess what

Coppers, we ain't never forgot about Rodney King music

[Chorus]


[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
Let's get ready to rumble (yup)

This that gritty, gritty for shizzy y'all (yup)
For shizzy, nizzy, I'll kill a ^!$$%, he piss me off (AY)
Heat him down, keep the pound, see him now, beat him down

I ain't talkin' 'bout a bush when I say he'll get beat around music
He ain't actin' right, grab and fight, stab him right
Show dude old school snatches at taxes night

Sip sizzurp, smoke weed, x up, !@%!e, please
Dope fiends, get a load of this new codeine
That music, crack music, peel a ^!$$% cap to it

No reason at all
This music is that stupid (AY)
It's the code of silence (no it's)

Spoken silence
Right now I am promoting violence (AY)
Why shouldn't I get the vest and spit the thing (AY)

When y'all promote cigarettes and nicotine (AY)
And y'all hope we stop it
Y'all told me stop it

Y'all the ones that keep promoting violence (AY)

[Chorus]


[Verse 3: Bezel]
This the %#@! that the gangstas love
Stomp out a gang of bud
Squeeze off a gang of slugs

We gotta vacate the club music
That's how the gangstas does
Shanking O.J., a thug
Go get your glock, and let it pop
Just like Bacon does music

We the few left that does what we do best
This here, get clear
Illegal in the U.S.
I overdosed the injection that leave you posted and deaded
This so gangsta, they can't make a radio edit

This that act correct, cause I ain't got to pack a Tec
I could just snap my hand and have a ^!$$% snap ya neck
This the talk is cheap, so I let the luger speak
Pump the torch, then dump the corpse off in Dawson's Creek
The O.G. killer is back

So if you're living is whack
Come see me, little ^!$$%, I'll give you a gat like
Here, here's a hammer ^!$$%
Here, go hurt a ^!$$%
Here, go jam a ^!$$%
Here, go murk a ^!$$%


[Chorus - 2X]