Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Don't Want It, artist - Cormega. Album song The Realness, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.07.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Aura
Song language: English
You Don't Want It |
Yo, guerilla war nigga, what |
Guerilla war nigga, what what |
Guerilla war nigga, what what |
Guerilla war nigga, what what |
Guerilla war nigga |
It’s on Yo, y’all niggas don’t know the art of war |
Now you dyin’and my gun’ll keep burstin''til your mama cryin' |
I’m defying your whole crew, y’all niggas weak |
It could be on officially if you had heart |
Nigga your overrated, props old decaying |
Not known for sprayin', what the fuck you sayin' |
Your crew fell, you jeal', cuz mine doin’it |
Yo quit the jealousy, let’s get the felonies |
My niggas sellin’keys, your niggas sellin’dreams |
Your plans ain’t precise, you need better schemes |
Cuz yo, I ain’t tryin to lose another nigga |
And if so enough blood is spilt to fill a river |
And I’ll part the Red Sea like Moses dad |
And smite my enemies despite the penalties |
You could live like kings, but die from injuries |
You about to be a memory nigga (You don’t want it!) |
I don’t hate you, I despise you |
I call you cocksucker, cuz it describes you |
I know you wish you had a real crew, like I do Niggas’ll send shots and get props like my crew |
Look at you nigga, you had status, most of that vanished |
Y’all niggas has been, addicts, unestablished |
What the fuck happened? |
You had the block clickin' |
Now you in denial, y’all are finished |
You out position, but you no competition |
To my niggas with heaters yo, we not feelin’you either, what |
You wanna talk violent, but Sig P.'s for solution |
I stalk silent, when I precede execution |
Taught by the, realest niggas to walk the planet |
With one thought you vanish, like the corp remanded |
You on the ave with your weak mans frontin' |
When you see my niggas comin'(You don’t want it!) |
My nigga Biggie must have prophesized |
When he said somebody got to die |
I’m like the jackal, when I attack you die from gat wounds |
Frank Nitty couldn’t do it that smooth |
Life’s a bitch, I’m the pimp, you own Mad Duke’s crew |
I proved you weak, you ride dick to eat |
You ain’t real, ill, or prepared to kill |
Man you better chill, you could get it for real |
I live this life of gangstas, ever second it’s changin' |
The enemy is rarely a stranger |
The treachery in the heart cemented jealousy’s best friend |
That’s the reason felonies will never end |
How you feel is mutual, I don’t fear retaliation, I’m shootin’you |
This is a mere evaluation, I do what you to scared to do Motherfucker I’m prepared, you don’t, want it nigga |