Boy, violence Violence Boy, violence Violence Boy, violence Violence Niggas coming through with that violence Niggas mix two with that Molly Ain't got nothing to do with that money I'm coming through with that chopper Niggas come and deal with that violence As far that gun that's silence Niggas come and deal with that violence Ain't know nothing about it Come through and we redrum-ing Murder a nigga off of that donkey If it ain't nothing funny bout money Look fuck nigga get money In my car and I self park it Hop out then get to sparking Give it to however you want it I am 2pac for the moment Violence Got no love, violence Boy, violence Violence See we are, far from taking flicks with guns I murder the beat with the sticks and drums Break bread with brothers, turning bricks to crumbs Then we put it in the mix to addict the young This is something you must understand Music can just kill a man A mean poker face and wild card in my hand Tone Trump out of Phila-stan Middle of the summer we don't chill Them West Philly mahfuckers kill at will Fresh Prince of the ghetto man I feel like Will Only working three jobs just to pay them bills I could kill gem with the gun rather kill em with my mind My little sister pregnant but my brother doing time My baby boy squeal but my baby mom stressing I only fear Allah but the uzi on the dresser Bang, bang like my hittas from the Chi Niggas looking rich but they barely getting by We was selling crack when they was selling lies Al my young bulls violent, you can see it in their eyes I stood tall when that fuckboy folded I'm sober now but I was high when I wrote this Dreams like Martin but I'm strapped like Malcolm My plug from the A got me balling like a Falcon Say, say I'll write a life sentence on a stick pen Real rappers record on yellow tape then Cop a plea all the Institution that allows it to make men Gon turn it up for the cops too It's still a crime to be silent So speak up and get violent if you got to