Violators

* just to be clear, L Boogie does +not+ in this case refer to Lauryn Hill

Swizz Beatz
Let's get it started, get it started
Let's keep it started, keep it started
Yeah, yeah, Violater the album
Go, go, go!!

L Boogie
This is for my mob and my thug
Ruff ryder bug , Def Jam website violate the club
Screaming what, what , yall a bunch of but
Always want figures but never play the cut
Talk mad s**t but never put up
Is it cause I bust wit stuff that just shut up
Flow like dro, I pull then clip it or mix it wit some moet then sip it
Then turn around and flip it, s**t on your whole album wit a snippet
Run up on your lawyer for your contract then rip it
Shame on your label, for trying to let you eat at my seat
When they know I call my name at this table
I'm gon always be here, and yall always gonna fear
The bronx making them recoreds cause we always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!

Swizz Beatz
It ain't over, It ain't over, ain't over

Sonja Blade
I'm the one wit the chrome and the clothes
Drop flows from the dome , wit the ice got the price of a home and a lobe
SONJA BLAD-E, just so you know baby (yeah)
Hold eighty roll through you and your old lady
How rich this dough made me, gold az matching the navie
s**t you won't find at old navy, two hundred zero ad
Still live s**t, spit to divide cliques on some wise guy s**t
Same chick from the ?, pretty eyes lips, thighs hips everything five and six
Height five six, jeans five six, benz green five and six keep me five or sixed
We know dice hit want cream fold, for two green five six seelo and the ego (yeah)
So how you flipping grams yo (uh uh)
I'm touching keys like pianos to getting dough like Tony Soprano

Noreaga
Yo my is on the same level I'm on
You ask me why I'm Melvin Flynt I'm doing a p*rn
Ay yo yall is faker then a three dollar bill
And I don't shoot to bust yo I shoot to kill
What's going on yo, the jumpoff and jump off flow
Yo I'm in five O, O, O, yo pass that hoe
After you get done wit it, yo let me hit it
girls know how I come, I bring the c*ck wit it
All of the thug piece you know I gotta rock wit it
I ear plane the hoe like I c*ckpitted
Yo I love my , don't love no chicks
I like to light the blunts then order my licks
Foundation motherfker like the bottom of bricks
I'm from Iraq nigg* wit domican hits
Peurto Rican motherfkers yo yall fake they fits
Violator motherfker

Mysonne
Yo, yo
I told these from the gitty up
Yall give me sixteen yo I'll tear this whole city up
And don't believe then tell em put fifty up
All bets is down, all my thugs do dirt, all our tecs spit rounds
My ? playas disrespected clowns
Bringing guns, weed and coke to connected towns
See I pop like corn, and real killers do killings wit the lights on
I knock em out, cause I don't like to fight long
Remember me lefty gun up in my right palm
It's Mysonne, see Mysonne is the one that knock on your door
You open up, you see a wh*re wit the glock to your jaw
See Mysonne is the one that hit the blocks wit the raw
For his money, Mysonne air the block wit the four
Yall cowards don't want war, yall can't stand pain
Cop you some gators, drink champane
Cause when it comes to the street s**t, I let the heat lift
Murder scene police lines nigg* white sheet s**t
Yall roll wit , I'm the one they roll wit
Yall go get , I'm the one they go get
Yall don't want nothing to do wit me
Cause I spit guns and rhymes like their's two of me
Motherfker

Prodigy
can't be serious, we wear guns like clothes
But only show em when it's time to blow em in bulk
We been through way worse then war, razor fights and more
Left wit leaks, holes and wide jaw
Be the quiet storm, appear how you wanna scale bar
Check out your weight, see if it's worth to war
We did the street life yall just got involved
My appetite for guns is similar to carnivores
Dislike me you head on, fight me you dead wrong
Cause now a days you only get wet wit my dead on
Don't let this song push you, the fourth hit you
Have you keyed up gasping for breath on the floor cripple
Infamous we take it to the extremes my words
Especially when a nigg* mistake me for herb
Get buried over words, I'm loose wit the dessy bird
I can show ready or tell, yall heard

Busta Rhymes
Now gitty up now, it's lighting horse back saddleing
Rob beaches like we rowing a boat and we paddleing
Down a stream of water, wet any nigg* challeging
Blow one all in your knee cap leave you staggering
Scrambling cause theirs a whole lot of s**t we be handling
My hands all in the money, fck it we dibble and dabbling
Got you imageing how this could really all be happeing
My landscape of live stretch from here to Maryland
BLAW put one in a nigg* who be rambling
And blow a hundred thou if yall is really gambling
Gritty feel the snap pop leaving it crackling
You know the bouncer keep all of my live wild wit him
Traveling to see from Howard through Grambling
Ha round up my to form a large gathering
Yo rattling who walk badlimp
Beat you in the same place till the blues start blacking
C-E-O stay genaral managing
FLIPMODE throwing those heavy bundles we carrying
Yo analyze my many live cramming it
We throw a three pointer, while yall throwing javelins
Sweating your whole s**t, feel your clothes dampeing
Dancing in a line of four wheel drives we lamping
The ? arms length up in the draw paneling
Or unraveling the truth on how remain champions
HA, HA, HA

Busta Rhymes
Flipmode, Violator, We always silence s**t
fk is wrong wit yall
Cut that s**t off now
Cut it off nigg*
Cut it off nigg*