Vio-Lence - Ill Bill, Lil Fame of M.O.P., Shabazz the Disciple

I’m from where the murderers ride

If you heard that I died you probably visioned me shut up and layin on the

stretcher

'Cause I ain’t the nigga that die from high blood pressure,

My demise in the midst of a crime go fresher

Look at his eyes he’s ready to die, Lord bless him

It is what it’s gonna be, ain’t ones that worry me,

Can’t care whether is 20 of us or one of me

Good ones ride with us, nigga still get yeah,

Pistol whip go whole monitors, you know what time it is

Low nigga run up, squeeze a couple shots in your shirt

Touch your best out to see if it work (gun gun)

My niggas get drunk, get high on 8

Put you out for about 20 minutes break then we rotate

Straight put the beef on em, no brakes

Since way back in the days, nigga name her way

And we still active, still mashin

Still inspiring, still shining, still firing

(Hook x2)

Violence, is the universal language,

Nah nigga you done pick the wrong nigga to bang with,

(Brang bang) or we murder ya,

(BK) you niggas get down and dirty as we bang

You give em the whole thing

(Verse)

I’m from where the murderers ride

If you heard that I died, you probably pictured a model bursting out over night

It’s bad to me when it pop, jerk me out of my prime

My family be mad of God, cursing out of the sky,

If violence be gets violence and death rules everything around me

Dreams are really nightmares, in King’s County,

You even know my daughter was born

Yes Lord the war going on here

You get your fucking wig blown off here

Let’s put the mirror to the violence, an electrify spirit

That defines vision, every ride’s military silence,

Stigmatary silence, ambassadors are assassinated

From the port move to the block, assassinations are created,

Murders are premeditated and orchestrated by symphony conducting a sort of a

sawed off with spraying

The rhythm of the gun shots is like a song is playing,

Speaking in the same tongue to God like they talk to saying

(Hook x2)

Violence, is the universal language,

Nah nigga you done pick the wrong nigga to bang with,

(Brang bang) or we murder ya,

(BK) you niggas get down and dirty as we bang

You give em the whole thing

(Verse)

I’m from where the murderers ride

If you heard that I died

You’d probably picture me sunk over the wheel and my ride

Drugs planted in the trunk, we aint accused of a crime

Orchestrated by coentele pool to FBI

Rings all on the dashboard, cruise my spirits to fly

When they see scalp a ride filled with formaldehyde

Police the modern they moment, stolen profits from 9's

Like the prophets in black, leaders were what they prophesized

Wrong Christ crucified, two G’s on my side

My peda’s heater a sly, cause my Judas demise

I pray I look my angel of death right in his eyes

You coming with me motherfucker, finish this beef in the sky

These last earth memories, the site was frightening

Hear thunder when the hood cracks, strike the lightning

Ain’t no fuckin hail Mary’s, is hella slobs

Bring that on yo best bet, Sammy pull the plug

(Hook x2)

Violence, is the universal language,

Nah nigga you done pick the wrong nigga to bang with,

(Brang bang) or we murder ya,

(BK) you niggas get down and dirty as we bang

You give em the whole thing