This Aint Whatcha Want

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T-Rock - Rap, In English

This Aint Whatcha Want

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Duration: 4:07

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[Intro: Mr. Sche] This ain't what you want (This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want) This ain't what you want (This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want) This ain't what you want (This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want) This ain't what you want [Chorus: Mr. Sche] A lot of, a lot of killers and some gangbangers This ain't what you want A lot of thugs and some throat stranglers This ain't what you want You better watch where you point, boy This ain't what you want We got them drawers that'll make a lot of noise This ain't what you want [Post-Chorus: Mr. Sche] A lot of killers and some gangbangers This-this ain't Thi-This-This ain't Thi-Thi-This-This ain't what you want You better watch where you point, boy This-this-this-this ain't This-This ain't Thi-This ain't what you want [Verse 1: Mr. Sche] 'Bout to go on some busters My niggas don't trust ya We certified killers and pimps and hustlers They pay off the police and judge how niggas can't touch us, man We don't give a damn, we like Uncle Sam, we put a tax on that ass We don't give a fuck, we knew niggas hang Whеn we comin' through ready to blast Rob them niggas, wе bard them nigga, we screamin' "Survivor!" It's how my niggas and these soldiers get ready for a murderous ritual And piss and we take a puff, that drink got me a fool I'm ready to ride on these suckers like an animal Heads gon' go poppin' (blaow!) when money come up short See, it ain't the police knockin', it's them killers with them yolks Not one, not two, not three, probably five (What's up!) When them boys leave your house, it won't be no one alive I got straights for your gladiators, ready to merk a snitch While your nose full of bakin' soda, bitch, we come in thick Split your wig and your back Test for drank and coke and smack This that Memphis shit, hoe We're them G's, we're out back [Chorus: Mr. Sche] A lot of, a lot of killers and some gangbangers This ain't what you want A lot of thugs and some throat stranglers This ain't what you want You better watch where you point, boy This ain't what you want We got them drawers that'll make a lot of noise This ain't what you want [Post-Chorus: Mr. Sche] A lot of killers and some gangbangers This-this ain't Thi-This-This ain't Thi-Thi-This-This ain't what you want You better watch where you point, boy This-this-this-this ain't This-This ain't Thi-This ain't what you want [Verse 2: T-Rock] My heart, my rage, this shark's uncaged Your flesh, they meal, my kill, your grave The plots, the place, your spot gets sprayed No cops, no phase, no face, no case My rep, my skills, my Tec will peel The wig of pigs who snitch and squel You fake, I'm real, embraced my fears To break the curse and save my peers When I was young, I had problems with bullies So I had to fight, I got sick with these hands Now I can knock out a giant and cut off his head And break out in a victory dance Throwaways in possessions of my shooters Ain't worried about the artillery band Takin' a shot at me and get yo hood destroyed Before any healin' begins So look at me now, in my grind zone, mind strong I'm a diamond in a business flooded out with rhinestones I put all the childish shit away, my nigga, I'm grown I'm about the cream, fuck the colors and your sideshow [Chorus: Mr. Sche] A lot of, a lot of killers and some gangbangers This ain't what you want A lot of thugs and some throat stranglers This ain't what you want You better watch where you point, boy This ain't what you want We got them drawers that'll make a lot of noise This ain't what you want [Post-Chorus: Mr. Sche] A lot of killers and some gangbangers This-this ain't Thi-This-This ain't Thi-Thi-This-This ain't what you want You better watch where you point, boy This-this-this-this ain't This-This ain't Thi-This ain't what you want [Outro: Mr. Sche] A lot of, a lot of killers and some gangbangers (Some gangbangers) A lot of thugs and some throat stranglers (Some throat stranglers) You better watch where you point, boy (Point, boy) We got them drawers that'll make a lot of noise (That'll make a lot of noise)

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Credits

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  • T-Rock
  • Mr. Sche