So Whatcha Want Nigga! (Street Version)

Lyrics

[Hook: MF Grimm] So what you want, nigga? So what you want, nigga? So what you want, nigga? So what you want, nigga? So what you want, nigga? So what you want, nigga? So what you want, nigga? [Verse 1: MF Grimm] I make more noise than a chainsaw, insane Pain caused, then drained just to give your brain more I'll write rhymes with no strain, wet rappers like Rain, bust caps like John Wayne, Shaft, or Shane To build a name, you came to battle me Get crushed like a candy cane or cancelled like Fame (What?!?) Always maintain, I elevate game. Grimm Use all styles like Sonny Chiba use crane A drunken monk on a punk, and leave his ribs Sunk in. From giving fights, hearts get shrunken Vocals never shitty, just clean, an instrumental Idi Amin. You limp out, I'll rip out your spleen Mind tricks like a Jedi, my right eye's A deadeye. Fuck a drive-by—do walk-bys or fly-bys To the cops, I'm the roughest. I'll put on Starsky, and Hutch is on motherfucking crutches (Whoo-wee!) Put to sleep like a stray. I'm so fly I'll pull your girl in a Cavalier and Santa Claus Sleigh. No sucker could serve me. I'll have 'em running Circles like a horse in the fucking Kentucky Derby Competition I'm bagging 'cause niggas try to Preach and teach, but full of shit like Jimmy Swaggart (Yeah!) Fuck him up, give the nigga more. His ass is mine Greg Valentine, I'll throw him in the figure four Nothing to lose and all to gain. My mother thought she's Raising Arizona, but she end up Raising fucking Cain (Word!) There's not too many flyer 'cause I'm cute But, at the same time, a 5'9" Michael Myers I'm about to make dough, and niggas hate it I keep my gun at my hip band, this shit is nickel-plated Half my life, I've been called a loser A bully, a bruiser, but now I'm making payments on My Land Cruiser [Hook: MF Grimm] So what you want, nigga? So what you want, nigga? So what you want, nigga? So what you want, nigga? So what you want, nigga? So what you want, nigga? So what you want, nigga? [Bridge] So step up if you wanna get hurt Battle anybody - I don't care Step-step-s-step-s-step-step up if you wanna get hurt Battle anybody - I don't care [Verse 2: MF Grimm] I'm tapping niggas' jaws like a phone. I don't care I don't have it all there upstairs, I'm not Home. The Reaper gets real mean. I'll rip A show like a fat bitch who rip a pair of tight jeans Take no jocks, so trying to get locked? No My beeper so fly, niggas think I'm 5-0 Niggas down with us frowning us. When me and Raida turn our backs, they snatch all our fucking tracks Niggas try to uplift but then they linger The only thing I'm lifting is my middle motherfucking finger "If you're a gangster, then what are you doing in hip hop?" I'm trying To make ends meet and not die in the fucking streets Niggas come out talking "fuck the police" and make A few dollars. Now they rap about fucking peace My job is to break necks. I'm not Jumping on the bandwagon trying to sound like Das EFX Lost will to live and going insane, my brain's In pain. I need therapy but it's not free Rappers run around in a rampage in a video But look scared as shit when they're on stage Life get snuffed out—how fast it passes TEC-9 blast took care of their cocky asses Too many Rocky movie or karate classes Try to get sassy, I'll break your arm like it's taffy Death, all die together, I spray once Grimm taunts and haunts, spooking niggas like a séance Battle anybody and take 'em quick. Fuck The world, and all of you can suck my dick! [Hook: MF Grimm] So what you want, nigga? So what you want, nigga? So what you want, nigga? So what you want, nigga? So what you want, nigga? So what you want, nigga? So what you want, nigga? (x2)