Y’all Don’t Wanna

Album cover art for "Y’all Don’t Wanna" by Necro & Uncle Howie & Kid Joe & ILL BILL

Necro & Uncle Howie & Kid Joe & ILL BILL - Rap

Y’all Don’t Wanna

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Duration: 2:57

Lyrics

[Uncle Howie/ "Kid Joe"] Brand new shit from ILL BILL and Necro Exclusive coming, it's good "It's like crack, it's smokin', say it, yeah, buy it" Yeah, but it doesn't disappear like that, it stays with ya "Are you dying or crying?" [ILL BILL] We causin' a massacre, the most terrible y'all seen ILL BILL more infamous then Chemical Ali Continuous live coverage from the frontlines Dump nines Splatter heads across the camera lens I've heard enough lies No truth, honesty's a smokin gun While watchin' the world on television I bury my dome in drugs Yeah, I shot Nixon, shot Reagan This is Non Phixion Stop hittin', I'm gettin' paper I'm not patient I pop pussy to pop gauges I'm outrageous Killed crowds on rock stages I'm a hip hop favorite The star criminal poppin' off gats in God's living room We animals, stay away from Brooklyn, it's a zoo The black Benz with the 20 inch rims Gunslinger'll leave you lookin' like the bloodiest gimp Blast you in your knee caps, it's the funniest shit Dump in your mouth Kill you right in front of your kids [Chorus] [Kid Joe] You don't wanna fuck with us Psycho+Logical- Street Villains You don't wanna fuck with us Kid Joe's a gangsta [Uncle Howie] Whats this I hear? I'm smoking crack Whats this I hear? I'm shooting dope Whats this I here? I didn't do bids? Whats this I here? Howie ain't real? [Necro] You think you're sick, you'll be really sick When I sick a pitbull on you and you get bit You got a big mouth, see I got a little posse of kids that get to the point at the flip of a coin I'll stab you and your boys where your groin and your belly join I twist a knife I live a sadistic life Your whole team will be sniffin' codeine To stop the pain from the nosebleed like a coke fiend You get duffed even if I was hand cuffed Every cat in my click could stand up I'll crack you in your skull with so many bombs You'll look like you hit a bong like you was Chong I'm waitin' for you with so much hate You can bag it up, light weight and sell it to anyone that escapes You got a nickle plate But I manipulate the .38 out of your head And bust your chest plate [Chorus x 2]

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Credits

Writers
  • Necro
  • ILL BILL