Testo Promote Violence - Yungeen Ace feat. King Von
Testo della canzone Promote Violence (Yungeen Ace feat. King Von), tratta dall'album Don Dada
(Drum Dummie, Dummie)
Oh yeah, I don't give a fuck, bitch
When I bend the corner, you better duck, bitch
Ayy, they sayin' I'm promotin' violence
I'm the reason why these niggas dyin'
I don't give a fuck, bitch, I'm Don Dada, hoe
Yeah, yeah
They keep on askin' why I'm promotin' the violence
Them niggas pussies and they bitches, 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 fuck who die today, bitch, when I catch 'em, he dyin'
On my mind it's strictly violence, down to ride anytime
Just for today I'll die tomorrow, bitch, it's your life or mine
I blow my bitch when we be arguin'
She said, "Boy, you hella childish"
She pick that phone up when I call
'Cause in these streets I be wildin'
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 fuck, push his shit back
I wanna hear the sound of the choppers clap (hm-haa)
Circle the block to spin around where he be
And when you catch him, bust his head, I wanna put him to sleep
Rest in peace, them killers mad when they can't find the opps
But keep on swervin', can't hide forever, one day they gotta come out
Them niggas hidin' all the day, my niggas always popped out
You takin' pictures with them niggas, gon' get your ass cropped out
But I want 'em dead by Sunday
Do or die, bomboclaat, the only way
Murder scene, another opp out the way
Put your guns up, blam, blam-blam
Blam-blam, blam-blam-blam (yeah, yeah)
They keep on askin' why I'm promotin' the violence
Them niggas pussies and they bitches, 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 fuck who die today, bitch, when I catch 'em, he dyin'
On my mind it's strictly violence, down to ride anytime
Just for today I'll die tomorrow, bitch, it's your life or mine
I blow my bitch when we be arguin'
She said, "Boy, you hella childish"
She pick that phone up when I call
'Cause in these streets I be wildin'
And they say I'm the reason they killin' (boom, boom)
'Cause they say I promote the violence (Von)
See, I be on that nigga (uh-huh), put foenem on that nigga
He ain't gangsta, but he playin' tough
I gotta show that nigga (I gotta show)
Got PJ and them poppin' out the cuts
I told him, "Fold that nigga" (I told him, boom)
Police come around, they askin' questions
"Nah, we don't know that nigga" ("Nah, we don't know 'em")
Ain't got no older niggas, just me and my soldier niggas (uh, wha'?)
Go on a drill and you get shot
Get on my shoulders, nigga (get on my shoulders)
That nigga pussy, hee a hoe
You tryna mold the nigga (you tryna mold 'em?)
223's left him in the streets lookin' (boom, boom)
Like a boulder hit him (boom, boom, boom)
Bitch, I be ridin' with my niggas (I be ridin')
In the winter, totin' fire with my niggas (totin' fire)
It's barely even gettin' by with my niggas (barely gettin' by)
Got a check, I'm gettin' high, fly with my niggas (we gettin' fly)
Yeah, yeah
Drive-bys with my niggas (boom, drive-bys)
Die L's die Y's for my niggas (die L's die Y's, boom, boom)
Funerals, a suit and tie for your niggas
Shed so many tears, this the only time I cry was for my niggas
(Yeah, yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Tevin Revell, David Mcdowell, Keyanta Bullard, Dayvon Bennett
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