You Don’t Really Want It

Lyrics

[Intro] "Listen to me. Learn from me. I wasn't the best because I kill quickly. I was the best because the crowd loved me. Win the crowd and you'll win your freedom." "I will win the crowd. I will give them something they've never seen before." Automatik [Verse 1: Jon Connor] Look I don't play games, homie, I ain't got time 'Specially when I do this for my homies that done got time (Yeah) I'ma do this for the city, every hot line Go to every block, every hood, every corner, every stop sign I just wanna get it for the days that I was living in the hood Wait a minute; I don't even know if you could call it living Pay attention, 'cause at any given minute You be chilling with your niggas and be witness to a killing, hold up Grew up on the north side, north side Nigga to the fullest, I was quicker than a bullet That was going past the window; it's all or nothing So I'm coming for the crown, what the fuck you think I'm here for? (Real shit) Make no mistake about it, fake shit I can't allow it Trapped in this game, now I can't get out it You want that real shit, and I feel the same about it I was in the trenches just like you Wondering how the fuck I'ma get through I don't have a plan, but I know one thing: Gotta get up out this motherfucker, and I can't lose Eyes on the prize and I know I can't quit Never gon' fail, so I'm on my shit Gotta keep going, and I can't look back Took on the world, now it's on my back, back Back up, homie, don't act up I'm from Fly City where this rap shit really ain't a factor And when them killers on your back it make a Ma'fuckin' backpacker pack up On some other shit, them was the odds I was up against So I ain't phased by none of this 'Cause in reality, I love that shit For all the grinding I was doing, they ain't know who they was talkin' with [Pre-Chorus: Chris Webby] See, I've been on my Hustle for a minute, now it's really time to get it So it's only fair I'm letting them know that I'm a motherfucking Animal, it's true, you don't want me coming for you Just sit back and keep enjoying the show, 'cause yo [Chorus: Chris Webby] You don't really want it, nah, come and step to the floor You already know, make it too cold with the microphone, I'm beast mode, better leave it alone You don't really want it, nah, 'cause I came too far to stop Regardless I'm off the wall, chip off the block, I'm a monster, watch bitch, better call the cops [Verse 2: Snow Tha Product] Um... Welcome to the Hunger Games You give up your whole life but get tons of fame There's rappers who don't write but get companies That's makin' offers for souls for a chuck of change I got more profits than those, y'all so dumb to chase But they pop off on a song, but they a punk today Man, I got the Glock that I tote, make you tuck your chain You see my pockets is gordo, you chubby chase? I got a plot to take over the continent While I'm over-thinking, all these bitches out here gossiping I'ma take a spliff, take a hit, something monstrous 'Cause I really quit but I think I've been [?] And all this bullshit and I'm sick of the politics I'ma show you [?] really [?] but it's obvious All of these hoes really want to just party and molly And violence and bottles and popping and dropping And opposite, that is just me, I'm here taunting 'em All they admire is [?] and the guap and shit Alternately, I think I'm gonna stop the gig Talk to them, all bitches wearing this God-given [?] confidence I'm just some conscious shit, tryna make all y'all get y'all bitches Hearing my shit but I'm not spitting anymore lessons Man, do what you wish, I ain't gon' stress it Man, you finna get little Ms Snow from '08 where I spit All about selling drugs and the things that I did 'Cause I done sold tapes, and I toured And I ripped all these stages from East to the West And these kids and these magazine covers just don't give a shit What the fuck? You want Product? I'll give you a fix, this is it [Pre-Chorus: Chris Webby] See, I've been on my Hustle for a minute, now it's really time to get it So it's only fair I'm letting them know that I'm a motherfucking Animal, it's true, you don't want me coming for you Just sit back and keep enjoying the show, 'cause yo [Chorus: Chris Webby] You don't really want it, nah, come and step to the floor You already know, make it too cold with the microphone, I'm beast mode, better leave it alone You don't really want it, nah, 'cause I came too far to stop Regardless I'm off the wall, chip off the block, I'm a monster, watch bitch, better call the cops [Verse 3: Chris Webby] C-Webby be carnivorous, bars rippin', shit I'm the boss, people be calling me Sarge in this bitch Make a mess, gotta keep a fucking tarp in the whip As I keep evolving, just like Darwin predicts So it's off with his head then I'm off with his chick Keep it calm 'til I flip, then I'm off in this bitch Fuck Dawn of the Dead Shit, I got grown men hiding under their bed Thinking that monsters exist (Ah) Cooking up that East Coast dough With a pad and a pen and the words that I wrote (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Every syllable and letter that's enclosed in the quotes Are too complex for most folk, but you know I'm a ghost in the booth, can't see me, though Hard body with the flow: C3PO Lost track of all the fucking Sour D we rolled And so high, Major Tom can't reach me, bro (Shh) Yo, it's Major Tom and you don't really want it So everyone can suck my dick without a condom on it I'm just full of that chronic, gin no tonic Couple capsules in my pocket Know I'm gonna rock it, feeling so right Going psychotic, they feeling my rhymes Sipping Hpnotiq and I'm losing my mind Roll back another time 'cause I'm just a... Motherfucker with the coldest flow CT to the Poconos, you better hold the phone Before you leave with a broken nose I'm so dope that I think I'm 'bout to overdose So now I'm feelin' like I'm really 'bout to go the road That ain't chose by most men, so I go alone Into the dark side How could I have sold my soul? I never had one, bitch! Motherfucker, let's go! [Pre-Chorus: Chris Webby] See, I've been on my Hustle for a minute, now it's really time to get it So it's only fair I'm letting them know that I'm a motherfucking Animal, it's true, you don't want me coming for you Just sit back and keep enjoying the show, 'cause yo [Chorus: Chris Webby] You don't really want it, nah, come and step to the floor You already know, make it too cold with the microphone, I'm beast mode, better leave it alone You don't really want it, nah, 'cause I came too far to stop Regardless I'm off the wall, chip off the block, I'm a monster, watch bitch, better call the cops