Violator - The Album lyrics

{Final Chapter}
Now I'm from Iraq, I got stories to tell
What y'all gonna speak on, I keep money saved like it's rebond
n*ggas stay at, what they was bout to do
Would of done, could of did, n*ggas really need to quit it kid
Stay at home with pepper spray, think he can drop weight
Put us on your album, you be selling like cop cakes
Got crackers in the hood, ain't hard to spot jakes
And whoever going first, forever the dot face

{Scarlett}
Aiyo it take a real b*tch, to roll with real n*ggas
M.U. n*ggas, thugged out n*ggas
Meet them in a club and they got the gat n*ggas
Step outside and it's what what n*ggas
Ya'll pretty boy n*ggas, straight punk n*ggas
I can't f*ck with y'all, cuz I like rough n*ggas
It's Scarlett, boy, I got to have dough n*gga

Chorus: Noreaga
Yo it's thugged out n*ggas (what) 15X

{Capone}
Marilyn Manson, thug n*gga imagine me dancing
Not, I spend a quarter rain then sell it equive with no payments
96R's my number, never disregard the hunger
sh*t we scarred, felony to charge us under
This foul off, wild southpaw, I bound for Muse
Maze, Scarlett, Joey Mob and the bridge crackers
It's logic, n*ggas digest
Murderous sidesteps, QBC, the hottest n*gga what?
{Iman Thug}
Aiyo we stay low, shine like chrome on 20 inches
Never sober, high all day, every leaches
Lawyers, judges can't dispute this sh*t
Cuz if ya hit, then ya hit n*gga, f*ck that sh*t
Extraordinary sh*t, flow style I abuse
Pop dog to the yard, While I stab ya dude
Live f*cked up, stuck with body and head wounds
I be the thug chocolate, covered with tattoos

Chorus

{Maze}
Now when you think of me, you think of my n*ggas
Spread across like how spilled drinks is
You hears wild like echoes from a distance
Ya learn the hard way, get blazed for smart say
Scarlett, rippin n*ggas buck 50 yard race
Never did a bid, but my ace who did
Went from ballin to callin the crib out the bink sh*t
We live, kids I run with, guns a felony
Sing sing, y'all get arrested and sing for rest in peace

{Musolini}
Guns-N-Roses, comin up livin life hopeless
Trying to keep my focus, most of my fam smokers
Hit chocha, chicks that loca, deep throater
Y'all n*ggas better callate la boca
sh*t done changed, like the price of cane
And sh*t gon' changed, when my n*ggas smash the game
Get brain from ya dame, but the cash I came
Ya motherf*ckers better stay in your lane
And start movin, but never start shootin Motherf*ckers
Chorus