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yungeen ace - promote violence lyrics

[intro: yungeen ace]
drum dummie
oh yeah, i don’t give a f+ck, b+tch
when i bend the corner, you better duck, b+tch
ayy, they sayin’ i promote violence
i’m the reason why these n+ggas dyin’
i don’t give a f+ck, b+tch, i’m don dada, ho
yeah, yeah

[chorus: yungeen ace]
yeah, yeah, they keep on askin’ me why i’m promotin’ the violence
them n+ggas p+ssies and they b+tches, 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 f+ck who die today, b+tch, when i catch ’em, he down
on my mind it’s strictly violence, down to ride anytime
just for the day, i die tomorrow, b+tch, it’s your life or mine
i blow my b+tch when we be arguin’, she said, “boy, you h+lla childish”
she pick that phone up when i call ’cause in these skreets i be wylin’
and they say i’m the reason they k!llin’
’cause they say i promote the violence

[verse 1: yungeen ace]
wait, who is that?
i don’t give a f+ck, push his sh+t back
i wanna hear the sound of the choppas clap
circle the block to spin around where he be
and when you catch him, buss his head
i wanna put him to sleep, rest in peace
them k!llers mad when they can’t find the opps
but keep on sewrvin’, can’t hide forever
one day they gotta come out
them n+ggas hidin’ all the day
my n+ggas always popped out
you takin’ pictures with them n+ggas
don’t get your ass cropped out
but i want ’em dead by sunday
do or die, bombaclaat, the only way
murder scene, another opp out the way
put your guns up (blam, blam+blam, blam+blam, blam+blam+blam, blam)
[chorus: yungeen ace & king von]
yeah, yeah, they keep on askin’ me why i’m promotin’ the violence
them n+ggas p+ssies and they b+tches, 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 f+ck who die today, b+tch, when i catch ’em, he down
on my mind it’s strictly violence, down to ride anytime
just for the day, i die tomorrow, b+tch, it’s your life or mine
i blow my b+tch when we be arguin’, she said, “boy, you h+lla childish”
she pick that phone up when i call ’cause in these skreets i be wylin’
and they say i’m the reason they k!llin’ (boom, boom)
’cause they say i promote the violence (von)

[verse 2: king von]
see, i be on that n+gga (uh+huh)
put four’n’em on that n+gga
he ain’t gangsta, but he playin’ tough
i gotta show that n+gga (i gotta show)
gotta pj ’em, poppin’ out the cuts
i told him, “phonk that n+gga” (boom, boom, boom)
police come around, they askin’ questions
“nah, we don’t know that n+gga” (“nah, we don’t know”)
ain’t got no older n+ggas (uh)
just me and my soldier n+ggas (what?)
go on a drill and you get shot
get on my shoulders, n+gga (get on my shoulders)
that n+gga p+ssy, he a ho
you tryna mold that n+gga (you tryna mold)
.223s left him in the street (boom, boom)
look like a boulder hit him (boom, boom, boom)
b+tch, i be ridin’ with my n+ggas (i be ridin’)
in the winter, totin’ fire with my n+ggas (totin’ fire)
it’s barely even gettin’ by with my n+ggas (barely gettin’ by)
got a check, i’m gettin’ high, fly with my n+ggas (we gettin’ fly)
yeah, yeah, drive+bys with my n+ggas (boom, boom, boom)
die l, die y for my n+ggas (boom, boom)
funerals, suit and tie for your n+ggas
she so many tears, this the only time i cry was for my n+ggas
yeah, yeah

- yungeen ace lyrics

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