[Intro] You know this album, saying it like this, yo: I'm tellin' everyone right now, 2022, that Game and Hit gon' be dangerous, mark my word
[Chorus] When they play that new Geezy, all the dope boys go brazy All the dope boys go brazy I lace my Converse and I swing my chain You ain't ready to die 'bout it, jump back in your lane
[Verse 1] It's like Hov in this motherfucker But it's just me and Hit, we brought the stove in this motherfucker Cook somethin' (Cook somethin') Whoop you niggas ass like you went inside your mama's purse and took somethin' We in the twin 'Raris, this gon' be a good summer I can see the future, let's call him and get a hook or somethin' Scream from the roof top, "Free Young Thug" So I can reverse the bar I gave Jigga on "One Blood" Still fresh like, ah Coke White Air Forces got me dressed like Young André, the Doc Sometimes I pull up on 'em and the door still locked I don't knock, but the Hit-Boy beats do Welcome to the Surf Club and we brought the beach too Westside connected, Ice Cube, Dub C too You don't bow down, the Mac 10 will reach you
[Refrain] Violence, all I hear is violence, all I hear is violence When I walk in the room niggas get silent Sirens, all I hear is sirens, all I hear is sirens So many guns clappin', startin' to sound like violins
[Chorus] When they play that new Geezy, all the dope boys go brazy All the dope boys go brazy I lace my Converse and I swing my chain You ain't ready to die 'bout it, jump back in your lane
[Verse 2] You rap niggas is Kris Kross I don't respect niggas, only Nas and the big dawg And this time around my pockets fatter than Rick Ross She lick around the Glock, 'cause I ain't takin' the blick off Niggas got me screwed up, but I don't sip sauce I break down The Chronic, then I smoke it like the exhaust Yeah, broke down The Chronic, and I made me a career, I'm here Ain't nobody sheddin' a tear, John Madden die but The Game still here Still holdin' the stick, said John Madden die but The Game right here
[Refrain] And all I hear is violence, all I hear is violence, all I hear is violence When I walk in the room niggas is silent All I hear is sirens, all I hear is sirens, all I hear is sirens So many guns clappin', startin' to sound like violins
[Verse 3] This is not The Infamy, I'm livin' through my infamy Every gunshot is a Bittersweet Symphony That's why Hit-Boy brought in the symphony I hate when niggas droppin', so no wonder ya'll sent for me I almost cut my braids last night But I was engaged, had to go lay on a grenade last night I was enraged, almost went out in a blaze last night Wifey got drunk, I had to fuck the maid last night Guess I was missin' my fade last night Heart versus Mind, pluckin' out my grays last night Middle of June, drivin' backwards in a May' last night And Mayweather lookin' for 50 like May last fight Ears ringin' like the Clase top Rap niggas got me waitin' for a Beyoncé drop And every fiend get a chain, when I weigh rock Used to have a line out the door, like a Kanye drop
[Chorus] When they play that new Geezy, all the dope boys go brazy All the dope boys go brazy I lace my Converse and I swing my chain You ain't ready to die 'bout it, jump back in your laneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
