DJ Scratch, Big Daddy Kane, Prodigy of Mobb Deep - You Don’t Want It lyrics

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

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 likes
Rubbin' off on me"
I'm pickier 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
Poppin' 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 impress for love, I try really hard
But it's a two-way street
You ain't givin' back, i'm gone

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

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'

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