Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Yall Don't Wanna Fuck , by - Styles. Release date: 31.12.2001
Song language: English
Yall Don't Wanna Fuck |
| My style’s louder than a stereo |
| Fouler than the snake when I kill these fuckin rappers |
| Then show up at the burials |
| I don’t mean to worry y’all, but I want y’all gone and |
| This M-16 is the only way to hurry y’all |
| Here’s my last proposition, I’m treatin rap like crack |
| If I don’t sell the most, I gotta kill the competition |
| Don’t take it personal |
| Gotta go to jail and if I come back and don’t have my cash |
| Then I’m hurtin you |
| Got a business gun, my industry bullets |
| When it hit you motherfucker guaranteed it be jerkin you |
| Rings is so my contact will break up your man |
| I’m a gentleman, my contract’s a shake of a hand |
| I make it hard so, only God could wake up your man |
| Cuz I do things the Don way |
| It’s Peniro the Ghost, Goodfella like, fucking Jim Conway |
| Leave no evidence |
| Fuck a dead man, when I can leave off the scene wit dead presidents |
| What, motherfucker, yeah |
| Don’t you ever try to fuck wit M.O.P. |
| and Styles |
| BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!! |
| This is for the hood and niggas that’s wild |
| BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!! |
| If you 'bout to die or you blowin the trial |
| BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!! |
| We’re gangsta ass niggas that been flowin awhile |
| BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!! |
| Ayo let’s do it for the hood |
| Where there’s alotta homicides at |
| Where killers ride at, and OG’s reside at |
| It’s rugged son, I love it son I see it every day |
| Fuck that, we’ll find another way to play |
| So don’t mistake me for no rap artist |
| Missin old dude is from the old school |
| He abide by the old rules |
| And our pro-tools, is 38 longs |
| The crime rate will inflate, and the murder rate is strong |
| How could we get along |
| And you doing this underhanded faggot shit, you faggot bitch |
| We gotta get you gone, |
| William Danze songs |
| All disloyal guys should be shot in they back |
| Once, and left paralyzed |
| You gon change me how |
| What you thought would happen |
| When they chained me to Fame and Styles |
| You ask in the hood about it, all it can be is |
| L! |
| M! |
| O! |
| O! |
| X! |
| P! |
| motherfucker! |
| You keep thinkin when I flow pa, it’s a wrap |
| But when your ass get beat wit a crowbar, it’s a wrap |
| For real, we straight thug it |
| Read my palms, you see more chapters than L. Ron Hubbard |
| Huh, we done dealt more drugs than Genovese |
| Made dope fiends outta school principals and deans |
| Now they all fucked up, career finished |
| Got they ass noddin in front of the Metho-don clinics |
| We thug it all day, but it ain’t the Henny in me |
| It’s that Brownsville shit wit a splash of trinny in me |
| All I need is a hammer, and a clip load |
| I’ll stomp, do whatever, state, borough, zip code |
| It’s the M.O.P. |
| mashin through your ghetto |
| Rippin heavy metal, wit Peniro |
| Listen up, y’all better respect the criminal shit of these OG’s |
| What’s poppin nigga |
| We can beef I don’t give a fuck |
| Cuz if you kill me, I got niggas that’ll bend up your son |
| It’s the world’s most gutterest |
| Paniro the Ghost, they thought of me when they invented the gun |
| To tell the truth I prefer the knife |
| Cuz he physical nigga |
| I go in your chest I show you how to murder right |
| It’s deep, I’mma kill your mother |
| And I don’t care if I die |
| Cuz all that mean is that I gonna join my little brother |
| Dog, I had a hard life |
| And I’m in love with the pain |
| Thug in the game wit heroin and hard white |
| Back to the guns the way I squeeze off threes off |
| Leave a hole in your stomach, take a nigga knees off |
| Face gets splattered around, too many cops for the Glock |
| Fuck it dog, then I’m battin you down |
| Don’t you ask me what’s happenin now |
| This ain’t a rerun, niggas see P gun, I’m clappin you clowns, what |
| YOU DON’T WANNA TOUCH THIS |
| It’s Paniro the Ghost, Goodfella like fucking Jim Conway |
| YOU DON’T WANNA TOUCH THIS |
| It’s Lil Fizzy wit that Brownsville shit and splash of trinny in me |
| YOU DON’T WANNA TOUCH THIS |
| Bill, 38 long, the crime rate will inflate and the murder rate is strong |
| YOU DON’T WANNA TOUCH THIS |