CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Promote Violence
Drum Dummie
Oh yeah, I don't give a f**k, b*t*h
When I bend the corner, you better duck, b*t*h
Ayy, they sayin' I promote violence
I'm the reason why these n***as dyin'
I don't give a f**k, b*t*h, I'm Don Dada, ho
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, they keep on askin' me why I'm promotin' the violence
Them n***as pussies and they b*t*hes, they ain't ever caught a body
See, I been thuggin' at an early age when I was locked in the cage
My brother Eddie came to see, it was nothin' but murder and rage
In my eyes, the street is violence and I'm slangin' that iron
Don't give a f**k who die today, b*t*h, when I catch 'em, he down
On my mind it's strictly violence, down to ride anytime
Just for the day, I die tomorrow, b*t*h, it's your life or mine
I blow my b*t*h when we be arguin', she said, "Boy, you hella childish"
She pick that phone up when I call 'cause in these skreets I be wylin'
And they say I'm the reason they killin'
'Cause they say I promote the violence
Wait, who is that?
I don't give a f**k, push his sh*t back
I wanna hear the sound of the choppas clap
Circle the block to spin around where he be
And when you catch him, buss his head
I wanna put him to sleep, rest in peace
Them killers mad when they can't find the opps
But keep on sewrvin', can't hide forever
One day they gotta come out
Them n***as hidin' all the day
My n***as always popped out
You takin' pictures with them n***as
Don't get your ass cropped out
But I want 'em dead by Sunday
Do or die, bombaclaat, the only way
Murder scene, another opp out the way
Put your guns up (Blam, blam-blam, blam-blam, blam-blam-blam, blam)
Oh yeah, I don't give a f**k, b*t*h
When I bend the corner, you better duck, b*t*h
Ayy, they sayin' I promote violence
I'm the reason why these n***as dyin'
I don't give a f**k, b*t*h, I'm Don Dada, ho
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, they keep on askin' me why I'm promotin' the violence
Them n***as pussies and they b*t*hes, they ain't ever caught a body
See, I been thuggin' at an early age when I was locked in the cage
My brother Eddie came to see, it was nothin' but murder and rage
In my eyes, the street is violence and I'm slangin' that iron
Don't give a f**k who die today, b*t*h, when I catch 'em, he down
On my mind it's strictly violence, down to ride anytime
Just for the day, I die tomorrow, b*t*h, it's your life or mine
I blow my b*t*h when we be arguin', she said, "Boy, you hella childish"
She pick that phone up when I call 'cause in these skreets I be wylin'
And they say I'm the reason they killin'
'Cause they say I promote the violence
Wait, who is that?
I don't give a f**k, push his sh*t back
I wanna hear the sound of the choppas clap
Circle the block to spin around where he be
And when you catch him, buss his head
I wanna put him to sleep, rest in peace
Them killers mad when they can't find the opps
But keep on sewrvin', can't hide forever
One day they gotta come out
Them n***as hidin' all the day
My n***as always popped out
You takin' pictures with them n***as
Don't get your ass cropped out
But I want 'em dead by Sunday
Do or die, bombaclaat, the only way
Murder scene, another opp out the way
Put your guns up (Blam, blam-blam, blam-blam, blam-blam-blam, blam)
