Violence Lyrics – The Game
You know this album, I’ma say it like this, yo:
I’m tellin’ everyone right now, 2022
That Game and Hit gon’ be dangerous, mark my word
When they play that new Geezy, all the *** boys go brazy
All the *** boys go brazy
I lace my Converse and I swing my chain
You ain’t ready to die ’bout it, jump back in your lane
It’s like Hov in this ***
But it’s just me and Hit, we brought the stove in this ***
Cook somethin’ (Cook somethin’)
Whoop you niggas ass like you went inside your mama’s purse and took somethin’
We in them twin ‘Raris, this gon’ be a good summer
I can see the future, let’s call him and get a hook or somethin’
Scream from the roof top, “Free Young Thug”
So I can reverse the bar I gave Jigga on One Blood
Still fresh like uh
*** White Air Forces got me dressed like Young
André, the Doc
Sometimes I pull up on him and the door still locked
I don’t knock, but the Hit-Boy beats do
Welcome to the Surf Club and we brought the beach too
Westside connected, Ice Cube, Dub C too
You don’t bow down, the MAC-10 will reach you
Violence, all I hear is violence
All I hear is violence
When I walk in the room, niggas get silent
Sirens, all I hear is sirens
All I hear is sirens
So many guns clappin’, startin’ to sound like violins
When they play that new Geezy, all the *** boys go brazy
All the *** boys go brazy
I lace my Converse and I swing my chain
You ain’t ready to die ’bout it, jump back in your lane
You rap niggas is Kris Kross
I don’t respect niggas, only Nas and the big dawg
And this time around my pockets fatter than Rick Ross
She lick around the Glock, ’cause I ain’t takin’ the blick off
Niggas got me screwed up, but I don’t sip sauce
I break down the chronic, then I smoke it like the exhaust
Yeah, broke down The Chronic, and I made me a career
I’m here, ain’t nobody sheddin’ a tear
John Madden died but The Game still here
Still holdin’ the stick
Said John Madden died but The Game right here
And all I hear is violence
All I hear is violence
All I hear is violence
When I walk in the room, niggas is silent
All I hear is sirens
All I hear is sirens
All I hear is sirens
So many guns clappin’, startin’ to sound like violins
This is not the end for me, I’m livin’ through my infamy
Every gunshot is a bittersweet symphony
That’s why Hit-Boy brought in the symphony
I hate when niggas droppin’, so no wonder ya’ll sent for me
I almost cut my braids last night
But I was engaged, had to go lay on a grenade last night
I was enraged, almost went out in a blaze last night
Wifey got drunk, I had to *** the maid last night
Guess I was missin’ my fade last night
Heart vs. Mind, pluckin’ out my grays last night
Middle of June, drivin’ backwards in a May’ last night
And Mayweather lookin’ for 50 like May last fight
Ears ringin’ like the Clase top
Rap niggas got me waitin’ for a Beyoncé drop
And every fiend get a chain, when I weigh rock
Used to have a line out the door like a Kanye drop
When they play that new Geezy, all the *** boys go brazy
All the *** boys go brazy
I lace my Converse and I swing my chain
You ain’t ready to die ’bout it, jump back in your lane
