Promote Violence (feat. King Von)

(Drum Dummie, Dummie) Oh yeah, I don't give a fuck, bitch When I bend the corner, you better duck, bitch Ayy, they sayin' I'm promotin' violence I'm the reason why these niggas dyin' I don't give a fuck, bitch, I'm Don Dada, hoe Yeah, yeah They keep on askin' why I'm promotin' the violence Them niggas pussies and they bitches, they ain't ever caught a body See, I been thuggin' at an early age when I was locked in the cage My brother Eddie came to see, it was nothin' but murder and rage In my eyes, the street is violence, and I'm slangin' that iron Don't give a fuck who die today, bitch, when I catch 'em, he dyin' On my mind it's strictly violence, down to ride anytime Just for today I'll die tomorrow, bitch, it's your life or mine I blow my bitch when we be arguin' She said, "Boy, you hella childish" She pick that phone up when I call 'Cause in these streets I be wildin' And they say I'm the reason they killin' 'Cause they say I promote the violence, wait Who is that? I don't give a fuck, push his shit back I wanna hear the sound of the choppers clap (hm-haa) Circle the block to spin around where he be And when you catch him, bust his head, I wanna put him to sleep Rest in peace, them killers mad when they can't find the opps But keep on swervin', can't hide forever, one day they gotta come out Them niggas hidin' all the day, my niggas always popped out You takin' pictures with them niggas, gon' get your ass cropped out But I want 'em dead by Sunday Do or die, bomboclaat, the only way Murder scene, another opp out the way Put your guns up, blam, blam-blam Blam-blam, blam-blam-blam (yeah, yeah) They keep on askin' why I'm promotin' the violence Them niggas pussies and they bitches, they ain't ever caught a body See, I been thuggin' at an early age when I was locked in the cage My brother Eddie came to see, it was nothin' but murder and rage In my eyes, the street is violence, and I'm slangin' that iron Don't give a fuck who die today, bitch, when I catch 'em, he dyin' On my mind it's strictly violence, down to ride anytime Just for today I'll die tomorrow, bitch, it's your life or mine I blow my bitch when we be arguin' She said, "Boy, you hella childish" She pick that phone up when I call 'Cause in these streets I be wildin' And they say I'm the reason they killin' (boom, boom) 'Cause they say I promote the violence (Von) See, I be on that nigga (uh-huh), put foenem on that nigga He ain't gangsta, but he playin' tough I gotta show that nigga (I gotta show) Got PJ and them poppin' out the cuts I told him, "Fold that nigga" (I told him, boom) Police come around, they askin' questions "Nah, we don't know that nigga" ("Nah, we don't know 'em") Ain't got no older niggas, just me and my soldier niggas (uh, wha'?) Go on a drill and you get shot Get on my shoulders, nigga (get on my shoulders) That nigga pussy, hee a hoe You tryna mold the nigga (you tryna mold 'em?) 223's left him in the streets lookin' (boom, boom) Like a boulder hit him (boom, boom, boom) Bitch, I be ridin' with my niggas (I be ridin') In the winter, totin' fire with my niggas (totin' fire) It's barely even gettin' by with my niggas (barely gettin' by) Got a check, I'm gettin' high, fly with my niggas (we gettin' fly) Yeah, yeah Drive-bys with my niggas (boom, drive-bys) Die L's die Y's for my niggas (die L's die Y's, boom, boom) Funerals, a suit and tie for your niggas Shed so many tears, this the only time I cry was for my niggas (Yeah, yeah)