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, ay      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      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   (Ay)   This that   Get your knife, time to gut a motherfucker   (Ay)      They hand you the snub dismantle your mug   A headshot have you looking like you shampoo with blood   The vandalous thugs, the scandalous thugs   That go to your block, piss on the spot where your candle's put up      This ain't no damn push music, or no hammish 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      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      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   (Ay)      It's the code of silence   (No, it's)   Spoken silence   Right now I am promoting violence   (Ay)      Why shouldn't I get the vest and spit the thing?   (Ay)   When y'all promote cigarettes and nicotine   (Ay)   And y'all hope we stop it   Y'all told me stop it   Y'all the ones that keep promoting violence   (Ay)      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      This the shit that the gangstas love   Stomp out a gang of bud   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      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      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