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Cormega - You Don't Want It lyrics
[Cormega] Yo, guerilla war nigga, what Guerilla war nigga, what what Guerilla war nigga, what what Guerilla war nigga, what what Guerilla war nigga It's on [Cormega] Yo, y'all niggas don't know the art of war Now you dyin' and my gun'll keep burstin' 'til your mama cryin' I'm defying your whole crew, y'all niggas weak It could be on officially if you had heart Nigga your overrated, props old decaying Not known for sprayin', what the fuck you sayin' Your crew fell, you jeal', cuz mine doin' it Yo quit the jealousy, let's get the felonies My niggas sellin' keys, your niggas sellin' dreams Your plans ain't precise, you need better schemes Cuz yo, I ain't tryin to lose another nigga And if so enough blood is spilt to fill a river And I'll part the Red Sea like Moses dad And smite my enemies despite the penalties You could live like kings, but die from injuries You about to be a memory nigga (You don't want it!) I don't hate you, I despise you I call you cocksucker, cuz it describes you I know you wish you had a real crew, like I do Niggas'll send shots and get props like my crew Look at you nigga, you had status, most of that vanished Y'all niggas has been, addicts, unestablished What the fuck happened? You had the block clickin' Now you in denial, y'all are finished You out position, but you no competition To my niggas with heaters yo, we not feelin' you either, what You wanna talk violent, but Sig P.'s for solution I stalk silent, when I precede execution Taught by the, realest niggas to walk the planet With one thought you vanish, like the corp remanded You on the ave with your weak mans frontin' When you see my niggas comin' (You don't want it!) My nigga Biggie must have prophesized When he said somebody got to die I'm like the jackal, when I attack you die from gat wounds Frank Nitty couldn't do it that smooth Life's a bitch, I'm the pimp, you own Mad Duke's crew I proved you weak, you ride dick to eat You ain't real, ill, or prepared to kill Man you better chill, you could get it for real I live this life of gangstas, ever second it's changin' The enemy is rarely a stranger The treachery in the heart cemented jealousy's best friend That's the reason felonies will never end How you feel is mutual, I don't fear retaliation, I'm shootin' you This is a mere evaluation, I do what you to scared to do Motherfucker I'm prepared, you don't, want it nigga |
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