Wake up to the whole room shaking, get up, wipe the dirt out my eyes, then Run over to a blown-out window, it’s a war going on outside, man Shit, I can see smoke in the distance and a fire lighting up the horizon Hear the bombs going off in the background and the screams as a bitch nigga dies, and It’s a goddamn dark moon rising, clouds of burgundy dripping plasma Concrete cracking under your feet, it’s a fucking 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 nigga, can’t get caught by these bastards Another day in the concrete jungle, where only the strong’ll survive, and It’s a place where the kind get killed and the cutthroats keep on thriving So the only way you can stay alive in a place like this where your life means nothing Boy, you’d better be ready when the shit go down ‘cause it ain’t no future in your fronting They assumed that they pushed the button, 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-ass nigga start riding to that violent-ass music This be the music for the violent nigga This be the music for the violent nigga This be the music for the violent nigga For the violent nigga, for the violent nigga, for the violent nigga This be the music for the violent nigga This be the music for the violent nigga This be the music for the violent nigga For the violent nigga, for the violent nigga When I step up in the building Break a nigga back, break a nigga foot, chop a nigga, YAH, YAH, YAH, YAH And I’m hoping you ain’t with him when a nigga get him in to kill him, STAR, STAR, STAR, STAR Bumbaclot, shitting on these niggas with a jumbo fart Beat a nigga ‘till he do a somersault, and everything about it is your fucking fault I give you what you want, that’s what you’re asking for I don’t even really think you bastards want it Kind of music niggas get they ass whooped to And put on World Star, somebody cameracord it It’s VIOLENCE! See, now we lookin’ half dead, you’d better life support it Funny, now the nigga’s little wifey on it – UGLY! The news channel might record it Leave me alone – trust me nigga You don’t really wanna start, bitch When I reach for the chrome, it won’t be the ratchet Beat a nigga with a crowbar, bitch Psychopath – fire from the blowtorch, I’ll light your ass Blue four-fifth like a Blue Nose Pit and when I let it go, it’ll bite your ass Nigga think he bulletproof, unhurtable Make him take a bullet and fuck if he took it personal Niggas know I’m ruthless – convertible They say “fuck what you heard” but I ain’t heard of ‘em Click, clack – ‘bout to load up Know a nigga Arm & Hammer, it’s baking soda Know a nigga armed - I’m Bobby Chawla Got that.45 in the whip when I rolled up I told your motherfucking ass I’m gonna I can get violent, motherfucker, no cover Beat a young fucker completely a different color Damn, when my finger roll on the trigger, no lover Fucker – your bitch is chicken like Roscoe’s I got the syrup on me like waffles My life is a motherfucking movie, nigga You’d think my shit was a novel How, take that clip, that’s hollows Hundred rounds in that drum, bitch Y’all pussy like a Tom bitch Whoopie Goldberg got ‘em all numb, bitch That talk again, no, you need to pawn that DJ Paul, know you heard of me Bitch I got that tummy tuck We usin’ tommy guns, no surgery As violent as I am? Ask yourself “now, should I try him?” He might have a knife or may be packing 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 (POW) Then he walk off like nothing happened, "La di da" Then write a rap, record that shit and shotty’s mine That nigga’s name is Gunplay and that’s what he ‘bout A nigga don’t be with that shit, forget that shit My stick’ll turn a car into a coffin when it hit that shit Your bitch screaming too, she hit and bleeding too Now that’s what happens when you take a peek into my freaking zoo Bring drama like all up in your mama life And all my niggas the Kaddafi and Osama type The war’s on, yeah that’s what it’s sounding like Dumpin’ on these cunts talking shit until they sounding right