You Don’t Want It

Lyrics

[Intro: Big Daddy Kane & Prodigy] Yeah, what up shot? Ain't shit, my nigga, it's that shit right here Know how we do Let me get some of that drank, what you got in that bag, nigga? Allow me to emote Yeah, let's spit some of that shit P [Verse 1: Prodigy] I know you want what's mine, get your own shit I know you want my wife, get your own bitch, you hear? Get your own, your own, ya heard? Sex, drugs and money, but music come first Without havin' these beats, I would be lost I can't write greatness to production that's garbage Cold-hearted, I'm like, "Please get away from me I don't want your bum life rubbin' off on me" I'm picky than a female, I choose like a whore I don't settle for less, fuck that, I want more I'm the best rapper alive, them niggas lied to you I decide who not to flip on and let 'em do they numbers Yeah, come check my eyes out, come see Give my power a test, I have you runnin' naked in the street What's beef? These niggas is cute Puppy shit, talkin' that gangbang shit, I shoot First dumb nigga with a light bulb over his head You rather follow suit than get your money instead I'm well-rounded, I'm not stuck on one thing My painful life is very humbling, but I'm well-rounded, so that bein' known On my cocky shit, bitch, you could kick stones I ain't pressed for love, I try really hard But it's a two-way street, you ain't givin' back, I'm gone [Chorus: Prodigy & Big Daddy Kane] I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills Peel on Ducatis and other four-wheels Write a book full of medicine, it generate mills Tour the album only for more sales I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills Peel on Ducatis and other four-wheels (Uh) Write a book full of medicine (Uh-huh), it generate mills Tour the album only for more sales [Verse 2: Big Daddy Kane] I'm tryna live my life in peace and harmony The opposite of Andrew Lloyd, drama-free But some of y'all be tryna play games constantly But I recognize the shook ones, that's word to Prodigy For sucker shit awards, y'all be first nominee But quick to beat your chest and scream out ''I'm a G'' Where your loyalty lie and where your honor be? On everything, I swear y'all niggas is comedy My peeps often sleep walkin', no sheep walkin' Reportin', aight nigga, keep talkin' Vibes gettin' toxic 'cause y'all wanna pop shit Tryna keep a nigga out the door, but I'm a locksmith It's sad to see that y'all can't remain stable Actin' like we ain't able to eat at the same table They all trippin' like that bag ain't big enough But the AR-15, that mag big enough, keep playin' [Chorus: Prodigy] I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills Peel on Ducatis and other four-wheels Write a book full of medicine, it generate mills Tour the album only for more sales I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills Peel on Ducatis and other four-wheels Write a book full of medicine, it generate mills Tour the album only for more sales