[Swizz beatz]
Let's get it started, get it started
Let's keep it started, keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violator the album
Go, go, go!!

[l boogie]
This is for my mob and my thug niggers
Ruff ryder bug niggers, def jam website violate the club niggers
Screaming what, what niggers, y'all a bunch of but niggers
Always want figures but never play the cut niggers

Talk mad shit but never put up niggers
Is it cause I bust wit stuff that just shut up niggers
Flow like dro, I pull then clip it or mix it with some moet then sip it
Then turn around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet

Run up on your lawyer for your contract then rip it
Shame on your label, for trying to let you eat at my seat
When they know I call my name at this table
I'm goin' always be here, and y'all always gonna fear

The bronx making them records cause we always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!

[Swizz beatz]
It ain't over, it ain't over, ain't over

[Sonja blade]
I'm the one wit the chrome and the clothes
Drop flows from the dome , wit the ice got the price of a home and a lobe
Sonja blad-e, just so you know baby (yeah)
Hold eighty roll through you and your old lady

How rich this dough made me, gold as matching the navy
Shit you won't find at old navy, two hundred zero ad
Still live shit, spit to divide cliques on some wise guy shit
Same chick from the ?, pretty eyes lips, thighs hips everything five and six

Height five six, jeans five six, benz green five and six keep me five or six-ed
We know dice hit want cream fold, for two green five six seelo and the ego (yeah)
So how you flipping grams yo (uh uh)
I'm touching keys like pianos to getting dough like tony soprano

[Noreaga]
Yo my niggers is on the same level I'm on
You ask me why I'm Melvin Flynt I'm doing a porn
Ah yo y'all niggers is faker then a three dollar bill
And I don't shoot to bust yo I shoot to kill

What's going on yo, the jump off and jump off flow
Yo I'm in five o, o, o, yo pass that hoe
After you get done wit it, yo let me hit it
Bitches know how I come, I bring the cock wit it

All of the thug piece you know I gotta rock wit it
I ear plane the hoe like I cock pitted
Yo I love my niggers, don't love no chicks
I like to light the blunts then order my licks

Foundation motherfucker like the bottom of bricks
I'm from Iraq nigger wit Dominican hits
Puerto Rican motherfuckers yo y'all fake they fits
Violator motherfucker

[Mysonne]
Yo, yo
I told these niggers from the gitty up
Y'all give me sixteen yo I'll tear this whole city up
And niggers don't believe then tell em put fifty up

All bets is down, all my thugs do dirt, all our tecs spit rounds
My ? playas disrespected clowns
Bringing guns, weed and coke to connected towns
See I pop niggers like corn, and real killers do killings wit the lights on

I knock em out, cause I don't like to fight long
Remember me lefty gun up in my right palm
It's mysonne, see mysonne is the one that knock on your door
You open up, you see a whore wit the glock to your jaw

See mysonne is the one that hit the blocks wit the raw
For his money, mysonne air the block wit the four
Y'all cowards don't want war, yy'all can't stand pain
Cop you some gators, drink champagne

'Cause when it comes to the street shit, I let the heat lift
Murder scene police lines nigga white sheet shit
Y'all roll wit niggers, I'm the one they roll wit
Y'all go get niggers, I'm the one they go get

Y'all niggers don't want nothing to do wit me
'Cause I spit guns and rhymes like their's two of me
Motherfucker

[Prodigy]
Niggers can't be serious, we wear guns like clothes
But only show em when it's time to blow em in bulk
We been through way worse then war, razor fights and more
Left niggers wit leaks, holes and wide jaw

Be the quiet storm, appear how you want to scale bar
Check out your weight, see if it's worth to war
We did the street life y'all niggers just got involved
My appetite for guns is similar to carnivores

Dislike me you head on, fight me you dead wrong
'Cause now a days you only get wet wit my dead on
Don't let this song push you, the fourth hit you
Have you keyed up gasping for breath on the floor cripple

Infamous we take it to the extremes my words
Especially when a nigger mistake me for herb
Get buried over words, I'm loose wit the dessy bird
I can show ready or tell, y'all niggers heard

[busta rhymes]
Now gitty up now, it's lighting horse back saddling
Rob beaches like we rowing a boat and we paddling
Down a stream of water, wet any nigger challenging
Blow one all in your knee cap leave you staggering

Scrambling cause theirs a whole lot of shit we be handling
My hands all in the money, fuck it we dibble and dabbling
Got you imaging how this could really all be happening
My landscape of live niggers stretch from here to Maryland

Blaw put one in a nigga who be rambling
And blow a hundred thou if y'all niggers is really gambling
Gritty niggers feel the snap pop leaving it crackling
You know the bouncer keep all of my live niggers wild wit him

Traveling to see niggers from Howard through grambling
Ha round up my niggers to form a large gathering
Yo rattling niggers who walk bad limp
Beat you in the same place till the blues start blacking

CEO niggers stay general managing
Flipmode throwing those heavy bundles we carrying
Yo analyze my many live niggers cramming it
We throw a three pointer, while y'all niggers throwing javelins

Sweating your whole shit, feel your clothes damping
Dancing in a line of four wheel drives we lamping
The [unknown] arms length up in the draw paneling
Or unraveling the truth on how niggers remain champions
Ha, ha, ha

[Busta rhymes]
Flipmode, violator, we always silence shit
Fuck is wrong wit y'all
Cut that shit off now
Cut it off nigger
Cut it off nigger

Writer : RHYMES, BUSTA / SANTIAGO, VICTOR / DEAN, KASSEEM / ALLAH LORDIKIM, / BLADE, SONJA / LINEN, M. / JOHNSON, ALBERT
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., EMI Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group