(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, bitch

Juelz Santana

AYE!



[Chorus]

Grip to it, kick to it

Fuck 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 motherfucker AYE

(This that)

Get your knife, time to gut a motherfucker AYE

They hand you the snub

Dismantle your mug

A headshot have it looking like you shampoo with blood(damn)

The vandalous thugs

The scandalous thugs

Will go to your block, piss on the spot where your candle's put up

This ain't no damn push music

Or no hand mush 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 nigga, 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, coke, please

Dope fiends, get a load of this new codeine

That music, crack music, peel a nigga cap to it

No reason at all

This music is that stupid (AYE!)

It's the code of silence (no it's)

Spoken silence

Right now I am promoting violence (AYE!)

Why shouldn't I get the vest and spit the thing (AYE!)

When y'all promote cigarettes and nicotine (AYE!)

And y'all hope we stop it

Y'all told me stop it

Y'all the ones that keep promoting violence (AYE!)



[Chorus]



[Verse 3: Bezel]

Yea, yea

This the shit that the gangstas love

Stomp out a gang of blood

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 nigga 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 nigga, I'll give you a gat like

Here, here's a hammer nigga

Here, go hurt a nigga

Here, go jam a nigga

Here, go murk a nigga



[Chorus - 2X]