You Don’t Want It

Lyrics

M.V.L.L. (ft. Ces, Mez, and Roy Rukkus) - "You Don't Want It" [Emcee(s): Ces, Mez, and Roy Rukkus] [Producer(s): Will Tell] [Verse 1: Ces] You ain't big. I'm small and I'll break you down I'll use the deuce-deuce long just to take you down Me and my troops stay on and we blaze a pound If you thought I hate you then, I hate you now You silly-ass nigga, no funds and whips. Type To talk but you never bust guns and ship If the TEC blow, I know you gon' run and shit But I'm from [?]—you know I'm gon' run this shit Hunt your clique, jig 'em with a Rambo knife Fuck with this if you think your man's so trife. I got a Hundred to spit and ample lifes, and I got a Hundred nicks just to sample twice, right? [Verse 2: Mez] We C4 the doors, blow-the-lock-off rap And leave off with your pretty platinum plaques You? Shut your jaws. Ain't no stopping that. You want To hate? Screw your face like a Sour Patch. Get up In your crib, push your wig hours back. The Foulest cat drown the rats and leave 'em wet like Shower caps. You're fucking with a specialist You puny fucking lyricists insult my intelligence Stay running your jibs. What you lived is irrelevant You busting off like a gat with no metal pin M-V run through this game, lock it down like Monopoly We obtain gains, then invest large quantities Interest off returns, reinvest. Do you follow me? Cop quarter pills of that high-grade quality Roll up, smoke up, and dare you to bother me Swole up with a donut, no apology [Verse 3: Roy Rukkus] My heart Blacker than Uncle Ben 'cause Ruk brewing, niggas Anything else you good at but losing? You in A gang, huh? I don't care what you in You sleep on me, I'ma have to tuck you in I'll truck through men [?] fuck you in Your face like a password—I could punch you in Punch you so hard, scrape off my knuckle skin Clown-ass nigga got a nigga chuckling [Hook: All] You don't want it with the clique, dun. You don't know? M-V niggas rip guts. There's no show I don't front—you could get cut. You want to talk Stupid? Nigga, get up. What you want? You don't want it with the clique, dun. Oh, you do? Oh, you must want your shit bust or you smoke coke Dope in a big blunt. What the fuck? Nigga, want something, nigga? What? What you want, huh? [Verse 4: Roy Rukkus] Yo, y'all niggas say y'all big time? Y'all all tall tales So small, get stuck in a golf ball hole. What you Want, dun? I'll put it up on y'all foes Yup, niggas up on those hardcore flows What, nigga, what? I done fucked all y'all hoes Fucking your girl and I got your moms on hold [?] heating up some corn on stove Up in the world, 'bout to let this bomb unfold, nigga [Verse 5: Ces] On this track, shit, man, I'll be eating it up Man, you're laying on your back 'cause I heated it up Got a problem with your chick 'cause I'm beating it up If there's beef before it cook, I'll be beating it up I'm used to the drama, known to put two in your mama Hit you up, then I'll ride out your crew to Bahamas You see what I mean? All my niggas thieving for cream And if you left your car running, we'll be thieving your Beam In for the scheme, always rob niggas with rings, and if [?] I'll hit 'em with a fifth of the green. You know How we stay. Thug niggas know how we play. And if There's drama, we use big guns—niggas know how we spray Never delay, forever cock back and bust Niggas want it? Whatever, whenever, in gats we trust Actually us who get shoes [?]. I got Big [?] that'll rip your skull to a fossil [Hook: All] You don't want it with the clique, dun. You don't know? M-V niggas rip guts. There's no show I don't front—you could get cut. You want to talk Stupid? Nigga, get up. What you want? You don't want it with the clique, dun. Oh, you do? Oh, you must want your shit bust or you smoke coke Dope in a big blunt. What the fuck? Nigga, want something, nigga? What? What you want, huh?