DJ Clue?, Remy Ma, Fat Joe - You Don't Really Wanna lyrics
Remy Ma [Reminisce Kioni Mackie] New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
Fat Joe [Joseph Antonio Cartagena] The Bronx, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[DJ Clue?, Remy Ma, Fat Joe - You Don't Really Wanna lyrics]
You know it's the problem, problem with
I gets it poppin like everyday
At the check lounge
Bout my bit strips, big like
Got my mouth like a so I'm sippin
Bitches be talking, like I don't got a crew
How you living the Fabolous life when
You ain't got a Clue?
I don't gotta do much, to get you touched
Kill ya for some let that bitch slap
Nobody ever so when I know I'm laughing
I'm from the Broncks New York
This shit just can't happen
Keep acting like rappin test us
See if we really walk
Around with metal detectors
So front if you want to
I already know I'm gon catch a few
You don't wanna roll up
You don't wanna with the best
You don't really wanna hold in your chest
You don't really wanna die for
You don't wanna see how
You don't really wanna
You don't know what to do
You don't really wanna be in ICU
Everybody wanna stick Crack
Cause Crack the truth
Countless times I done proved
These facts to you
I done jumped off the stage
And attacked a few
Show time at the Apolo, cause he act a fool
Now niggas know better, when the X involved
I mean XXX, now your your
This as G as it get and this is all the
Motherfucking thanks I get
If I put myself in your shoes
Probably hate me too
Stunting through the Broncks
In that baby blue
Phantom, either you love him
Or can't stand him either way you cut it
It's nothing but blam blam ya
Word around town, back just 9's and macs
Man I rap more you wish you could
From the Broncks to the
Bitches love ming me good
Now that's mine, what you gon do for your's?
Nice show, but look at how my fools applaud
Lights flashing
But these cannons ain't bitches
You don't wanna roll up
You don't wanna with the best
You don't really wanna hold in your chest
You don't really wanna die for
You don't wanna see how
You don't really wanna
You don't know what to do
You don't really wanna be in
I gets it poppin like everyday
At the check lounge
Bout my bit strips, big like
Got my mouth like a so I'm sippin
Bitches be talking, like I don't got a crew
How you living the Fabolous life when
You ain't got a Clue?
I don't gotta do much, to get you touched
Kill ya for some let that bitch slap
Nobody ever so when I know I'm laughing
I'm from the Broncks New York
This shit just can't happen
Keep acting like rappin test us
See if we really walk
Around with metal detectors
So front if you want to
I already know I'm gon catch a few
You don't wanna roll up
You don't wanna with the best
You don't really wanna hold in your chest
You don't really wanna die for
You don't wanna see how
You don't really wanna
You don't know what to do
You don't really wanna be in ICU
Everybody wanna stick Crack
Cause Crack the truth
Countless times I done proved
These facts to you
I done jumped off the stage
And attacked a few
Show time at the Apolo, cause he act a fool
Now niggas know better, when the X involved
I mean XXX, now your your
This as G as it get and this is all the
Motherfucking thanks I get
If I put myself in your shoes
Probably hate me too
Stunting through the Broncks
In that baby blue
Phantom, either you love him
Or can't stand him either way you cut it
It's nothing but blam blam ya
Word around town, back just 9's and macs
Man I rap more you wish you could
From the Broncks to the
Bitches love ming me good
Now that's mine, what you gon do for your's?
Nice show, but look at how my fools applaud
Lights flashing
But these cannons ain't bitches
You don't wanna roll up
You don't wanna with the best
You don't really wanna hold in your chest
You don't really wanna die for
You don't wanna see how
You don't really wanna
You don't know what to do
You don't really wanna be in