Lyrics: Juelz Santana. What the Game's Been Missing!. Violence.

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