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H.O.V (History of Violence)
Ransom
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You don't go through this as a man's man
You say, "Suck it up, take the fall, do the time"
That's made you who you are, that makes you what you are
How long we been around this thing of ours?
This and, hundred-twenty years
And then what's it about? It's about the rules, parameters
I know it ain't poppin' to have them guns
Out, shootin' out like the Wild West
Talkin' stick talk, but they only good for a sound check (Uh-huh)
'Cause when they get around vets, you ain't hearin' them loud threats
I'm the biggest around yet, benchin' three-hundred pound reps (Yeah)
Used to be a shooter, no problem bangin' that Ruger (Nah)
You havin' second thoughts? I could rearrange your medulla
I see the pain in your future (I see it)
Fortune teller with the four Beretta
Sorta charrin' as soon as the boy get set up
Why would I ever let up? (Why?)
That ain't in my DNA
There's somethin' in my heart 'cause
I'm talkin' sharper than Michel'le
School of hard knocks, best student, check out the GPA
Remove your hard top, you salute him like he a Green Beret (Let's go)
Five-star general, stronger than ten Sentinels
Knock out your brain minerals while I'm holdin' my genitals (Haha)
Huh, I guess I'm just disrespectful
Politely take off your chain, then I
Spit on the bitch you next to (Woo)
These certified G's never talk, move in silence, wildin'
Man, we got a history of violence
On the bus cuffed on the way to Rikers Island, smilin'
Yeah, we got a history of violence (Violence)
'Cause we don't leave the scene 'til a body drop (A body drop)
We probably get the same time Gotti got (Gotti got)
We shootin' at them cars with the sirens, firin' (Blat, blat)
Guess we got a history of violence (Violence)
Cracks in the concrete, moms was my heartbeat
These demons startin' to haunt me, snub, I keep it on me
Niggas talk slick, run up on 'em, then they R&B
I was just with 'em this week, it's "RIPs" all over your IG (IG)
Livin' for the moment got you coughin' up your own blood
Mac baller on the island, in the streets, you the cuz
You got pussy in your system (Pussy in your system)
Niggas'll wish you well, then it's "Fuck you" when they ain't with you
Image is everything, loyalty is what they missin' (What they missin')
Emulatin' Kane got me sent away to prison
Duckin' and dodgin' fame, index finger steady itchin' (Steady itchin')
I'm so cold, I'm just prayin' for a mission
These young niggas wildin', how you shootin' and you tellin' too?
Raised by a junkie, I'm addicted to that metal too
Muffle out the sound, baby, pillow on the barrel
Still squeezin' on the trigger, leave you
Twitchin', Cousin Harold (Cousin Harold)
These certified G's never talk, move in silence, wildin'
Man, we got a history of violence
On the bus cuffed on the way to Rikers Island, smilin'
Yeah, we got a history of violence (Violence)
'Cause we don't leave the scene 'til a body drop (A body drop)
We probably get the same time Gotti got (Gotti got)
We shootin' at them cars with the sirens, firin' (Blat, blat)
Guess we got a history of violence (Violence)
These certified G's never talk, move in silence, wildin'
Man, we got a history of violence
On the bus cuffed on the way to Rikers Island, smilin'
Yeah, we got a history of violence (Violence)
'Cause we don't leave the scene 'til a body drop (A body drop)
We probably get the same time Gotti got (Gotti got)
We shootin' at them cars with the sirens, firin' (Blat, blat)
Guess we got a history of violence (Violence)