Violence ft. Hit-Boy Lyrics

Violence ft. Hit-Boy - The Game

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When they play that new Geezy, all the dope boys go brazy (go brazy)

All the dope boys go brazy

I lace my Converse and I swing my chain

You ain't ready to die 'bout it, jump back in your lane

It's like Hov in this motherfucker

But it's just me and Hit, we brought the stove in this motherfucker

Cook somethin' (cook somethin')

Whoop you niggas ass like you went inside your mama's purse and took somethin'

We in them twin 'Rari's, this gon' be a good summer

I can see the future, let's call him and get a hook, somethin'

Scream from the roof top, "Free Young Thug"

So I can reverse the bar I gave Jigga on One Blood (One Blood)

Still fresh like, uh

Coke white Air Forces got me dressed like young

Andre (Andre), the Doc

Sometimes I pull up on him and the door still locked

I don't knock, but the Hit-Boy beats do

Welcome to the Surf Club and we brought the beach too

Westside connected, Ice Cube, Dub C too

You don't bow down, the MAC-10 will reach you

Violence (violence), all I hear is violence (violence)

All I hear is violence

When I walk in the room, niggas get silent

Sirens (sirens), all I hear is sirens (sirens)

All I hear was sirens

So many guns clappin', startin' to sound like violins

When they play that new Geezy, all the dope boys go brazy (go brazy)

All the dope boys go brazy

I lace my Converse and I swing my chain

You ain't ready to die 'bout it, jump back in your lane (your lane)

You rap niggas is Kris Kross

I don't resect niggas, only Nas and the big dawg

And this time around my pockets fatter than Rick Ross

She lick around the Glock, 'cause I ain't takin' the blick off

Niggas got me screwed up (screwed up), but I don't sip sauce

I break down the chronic, then I smoke it like the exhaust

Yeah, broke down The Chronic, and I made me a career

I'm here, ain't nobody sheddin' a tear

John Madden died but The Game still here

Still holdin' the stick

Said John Madden died, but The Game right here

And all I hear is violence (violence)

All I hear is violence (violence)

All I hear is violence (violence)

When I walk in the room, niggas are silent

All I hear is sirens (sirens)

All I hear is sirens(sirens)

Yeah, all I hear is sirens

So many guns clappin', startin' to sound like violins (violins)

This is not the end for me, I'm livin' through my infamy

Every gun shot is a bittersweet symphony

That's why Hit-Boy brought in the symphony

I hear when niggas droppin', so no wonder y'all sent for me

I almost cut my braids last night

But I was engaged, had to go lay on a grenade last night

I was enraged, almost went out in a blaze last night

Wifey got drunk, I had to fuck the maid last night

Guess I was missin' my fade last night

Heart vs. Mind, pluckin' out my grays last night

Middle of June, drivin' backwards in a May' last night

And Mayweather lookin' for 50 like May last fight

Ears ringin' like the Clase top

Rap niggas got me waitin' for a Beyoncé drop

And every fiend get a chain, when I weigh rock

Used to have the line out the door like a Kanye drop

When they play that new Geezy, all the dope boys go brazy

All the dope boys go brazy

I lace my Converse and I swing my chain

You ain't ready to die 'bout it, jump back in your lane (your lane)

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