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L Boogie, Sonya Blade, Noreaga, Mysonne, Prodigy & Busta Rhymes - Violators - Violator - The Album
Top Songs By L-Boogie
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
L-Boogie
Performer
Sonya Blade
Performer
Noreaga
Performer
Mysonne
Performer
Prodigy
Performer
Busta Rhymes
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sonya Blade
Composer
Kasseem Dean
Composer
Lordikim Allah
Composer
Victor Santiago
Composer
Mysonne Linen
Composer
Albert Johnson
Composer
Trevor Smith
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Swizz Beatz
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Let's get it started, get it started
Let's keep it started, keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violator the album
Go, go
[Verse 2]
This is for my mob and my thug ****
Ruff rider, bug ****, Def Jam, website, violate the club ****
Screaming what what ****, ya'll a bunch of butt ****
Always want figures but never play the cut ****
[Verse 3]
Talk mad shit, but never put up ****
Is it 'cause I bust wit' stuff that just shut up ****
Flow like 'dro, I pull then clip it or mix it with some Moet then sip it
Then turn around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit' a snippet
[Verse 4]
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 gonna always be here, and y'all always gon' fear
[Verse 5]
The Bronx making them records '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
[Verse 6]
It ain't over, it ain't over, ain't over
[Verse 7]
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 Blade, just so you know baby, yeah
Hold eighty roll for you and your old lady
[Verse 8]
How rich this dough made me, gold AV matching the Navi
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 five foot, pretty eyes lips, thighs hips everything five and six
[Verse 9]
Height five six, jeans five six, Benz green, five and six, eatin' five or six
We know dice hit want cream fold, for two green five six Ceelo and the ego, yeah
So how you flipping grams yo
I'm touching keys like pianos to getting dough like Tony Soprano
[Verse 10]
And yo my **** is on, the same level I'm on
You ask me why I'm Melvin Flynt, I'm doing a porn
Ah yo ya'll **** is faker than a three dollar bill
And I don't shoot to bust, yo, I shoot to kill
[Verse 11]
What's going on yo, the jump off and jump off flow
Yo I'm in five O, O O, pack that ho
After you get done wit' it, yo let me hit it
Bitches know how I come, I bring the cock wit' it
[Verse 12]
All of the thug piece you know I gotta rock wit' it
I ear plane the ho, like I cock pitted
Yo I love my ****, don't love no chicks
I like to light the blunts then order my licks
[Verse 13]
Foundation mother fucker like the bottom of bricks
I'm from Iraq, ****, wit' Dominican hits
Puerto Rican mother fuckers yo ya'll fake they fits
Violator mother fucker
[Verse 14]
Yo, yo
I told these **** from the gitty up
Y'all give me sixteen, I'll tear this whole city up
And **** don't believe then tell em put fifty up
All best is down, all my thugs do dirt, all our TECs spit rounds
My part in this play is disrespecting clowns
Bringing guns, weed and coke to connected towns
See I pop **** like corn, and real killers do killings wit' the lights on
[Verse 15]
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
[Verse 16]
See Mysonne is the one that hit the blocks wit the raw
For his money, Mysonne air the block with the four
Y'all cowards don't want war, ya'll can't stand pain
Cop you some gators, drink champagne
[Verse 17]
'Cause when it comes to the street shit, I let the heat lift
Murder scene police lines **** white sheet shit
Y'all roll wit' ****, I'm the one they roll wit'
Y'all go get ****, I'm the one they go get
[Verse 18]
Y'all **** don't want nothing to do wit' me
'Cause I spit guns and rhymes like there's two of me
Mother fucker
[Verse 19]
**** 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 than war, razor fights and more
Left **** with leaks, holes and wide jaw
[Verse 20]
Be the quiet storm, appear how you want to scale bar
Check out your weight, see if it's worth the raw
We did the street life y'all **** just got involved
My appetite for guns is similar to carnivores
[Verse 21]
Dislike me you head on, fight me you dead wrong
'Cause now a days you only get wet with 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
[Verse 22]
Infamous we take it to the extremes my words
Especially when a **** mistake me for herb
Get buried over words, I'm loose wit' the Desi Burr
I can show ready or tell, y'all **** heard
[Verse 23]
Now gitty up now, it's lighting horse back saddling
Rob beaches like we rowing a boat and we paddling
Down a stream of water, wet any **** challenging
Blow one all in your knee cap leaving you staggering
[Verse 24]
Scrambling 'cause there's a whole lot of shit we be handling
My hands all in the money, fuck it we dibble and dabbling
Got you imagining how this could really all be happening
My landscape of live **** stretch from here to Maryland
[Verse 25]
BLAW, put one in a **** who be rambling
And blow a hundred thou if y'all **** is really gambling
Gritty **** feel the snap pop leaving it crackling
You know the bouncer keep all of my live **** wild with him
[Verse 26]
Traveling to see **** from Howard U to Grambling
Ha round up my **** to form a large gathering
Yo rattling **** who all's babblin'
Beat you in the same place till the blues start blacking
[Verse 27]
CEO **** stay general managing
Flip mode throwing those heavy bundles we carrying
Yo analyze my many live **** cramming it
We throw a three pointer, while y'all **** throwing javelins
[Verse 28]
Sweating your whole shit, feel your clothes damping
Dancing in a line of four wheel drives we lamping
The gap in your arms length up in the door paneling
Unraveling the truth on how **** remain champions
Ha, ha, ha
[Verse 29]
Flip mode, violator, we always silence shit
Fuck is wrong wit' y'all?
Cut that shit off now
Cut if off ****
Cut it off ****
GO
Written by: Albert Johnson, Kasseem Dean, Lordikim Allah, Mysonne Linen, Sonya Blade, Trevor Smith, Victor Santiago
