| I’m from where the murderers ride
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| If you heard that I died you probably visioned me shut up and layin on the
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| stretcher
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| 'Cause I ain’t the nigga that die from high blood pressure,
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| My demise in the midst of a crime go fresher
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| Look at his eyes he’s ready to die, Lord bless him
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| It is what it’s gonna be, ain’t ones that worry me,
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| Can’t care whether is 20 of us or one of me
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| Good ones ride with us, nigga still get yeah,
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| Pistol whip go whole monitors, you know what time it is
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| Low nigga run up, squeeze a couple shots in your shirt
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| Touch your best out to see if it work (gun gun)
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| My niggas get drunk, get high on 8
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| Put you out for about 20 minutes break then we rotate
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| Straight put the beef on em, no brakes
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| Since way back in the days, nigga name her way
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| And we still active, still mashin
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| Still inspiring, still shining, still firing
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| (Hook x2)
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| Violence, is the universal language,
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| Nah nigga you done pick the wrong nigga to bang with,
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| (Brang bang) or we murder ya,
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| (BK) you niggas get down and dirty as we bang
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| You give em the whole thing
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| (Verse)
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| I’m from where the murderers ride
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| If you heard that I died, you probably pictured a model bursting out over night
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| It’s bad to me when it pop, jerk me out of my prime
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| My family be mad of God, cursing out of the sky,
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| If violence be gets violence and death rules everything around me
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| Dreams are really nightmares, in King’s County,
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| You even know my daughter was born
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| Yes Lord the war going on here
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| You get your fucking wig blown off here
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| Let’s put the mirror to the violence, an electrify spirit
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| That defines vision, every ride’s military silence,
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| Stigmatary silence, ambassadors are assassinated
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| From the port move to the block, assassinations are created,
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| Murders are premeditated and orchestrated by symphony conducting a sort of a
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| sawed off with spraying
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| The rhythm of the gun shots is like a song is playing,
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| Speaking in the same tongue to God like they talk to saying
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| (Hook x2)
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| Violence, is the universal language,
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| Nah nigga you done pick the wrong nigga to bang with,
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| (Brang bang) or we murder ya,
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| (BK) you niggas get down and dirty as we bang
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| You give em the whole thing
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| (Verse)
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| I’m from where the murderers ride
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| If you heard that I died
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| You’d probably picture me sunk over the wheel and my ride
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| Drugs planted in the trunk, we aint accused of a crime
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| Orchestrated by coentele pool to FBI
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| Rings all on the dashboard, cruise my spirits to fly
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| When they see scalp a ride filled with formaldehyde
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| Police the modern they moment, stolen profits from 9's
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| Like the prophets in black, leaders were what they prophesized
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| Wrong Christ crucified, two G’s on my side
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| My peda’s heater a sly, cause my Judas demise
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| I pray I look my angel of death right in his eyes
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| You coming with me motherfucker, finish this beef in the sky
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| These last earth memories, the site was frightening
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| Hear thunder when the hood cracks, strike the lightning
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| Ain’t no fuckin hail Mary’s, is hella slobs
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| Bring that on yo best bet, Sammy pull the plug
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| (Hook x2)
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| Violence, is the universal language,
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| Nah nigga you done pick the wrong nigga to bang with,
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| (Brang bang) or we murder ya,
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| (BK) you niggas get down and dirty as we bang
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| You give em the whole thing |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Vio-Lence , by - Ill Bill. Song from the album The Grimy Awards, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп