The Beatnuts - U Don’ Want it lyrics
[The Beatnuts - U Don’ Want it lyrics]
Man you lashed out
Cause me and my niggas throwing
Rocks at your glass house
Put the trash out we coming to crash out
Become a norious style pulling mats out
Why you playin now I'ma put the flame on you
Ju got the canyon, Les the grenade launcher
I blaze ghanga like Jamaicans in Kingston
And shit on you and leave you stinkin
Light a match
U don't want it don't want it
I don't love hoes who catch me on
The Ave with a snub nose
Late night ridin a bike watchin for po po
At a red light right in plain sight
On a summer on the low on the dead night
Y'all niggas don't want it with us
And they ain't really shit to discuss
All that shit you be spittin, it's us
Step to you with the steel out
Juju ain't the type of cat
You wanna feel out
It's all you you can hate if you want
Beatnuts keep blazing the blunts
And beats banging the truck
Gettin money worldwide we provide
Them up front all you women in the club
We know what you want
Catch you with the cross bow
Right through your torso
What you said (nuttin) thought so
Pass by your crib riding a horse slow
Just checkin out the negocio
Time to collect from the inner streets belly
Nigga wanna come short like Joe Pesci
Before I wack em I crack a cold pepsi
Click back all leave the space messy
Blowin guns like Jesse
Pulled my Glock out who wanna test me
I feel like the devil just possessed me
Burn more weed, I'm moving at hyper speed
Always carry two knives with me
For y'all niggas who be trying to hate
You fucking fake man
You know these are the records
You be dyin to make
Think you're hot nigga yeah right
Hot in the ass fuck around
Get shot in the ass
It's all you you can hate if you want
Beatnuts keep blazing the blunts
And beats banging the truck
Gettin money worldwide we provide
Them up front all you women in the club
We know what you want
This scene is getting ugly
This scene is getting ugly
Yo it's my turn
How many speak what they got
Eat at the spot like Pac you
Could believe it or not
In the streets in the drop you
Know my boys is hot
We spit fireballs you heard my
Click got my thousand yours
Hammer quipped we die for the
Strips defy the law we the squad that do the
Job and beat the charge
A gold T with a old key will beat the job
You never know when you're bout to go
You never know when you're about to blow
Niggas get locked when the back is slow
On my pops we gonna pop the Mo
Pop the krizic cock is clicked
Til Seis get killed by the apocalypse
Ain't no stoppin this
We splurgin and mergin
Icein up the verse so nice
They call me surgeon
Fuck what they heard twin
We the truth smoke weed on the roof
Puff live on the deuce get
Live off the 1-5-1 proof
You never know this ain't
A rapper bein phony
With the white gold and big
Boulders and cuban zircony
Frontin like you don't know me, homey
This scene is getting ugly
Yes indeed triple Seis
Yes indeed juju
Yes indeed
Cause me and my niggas throwing
Rocks at your glass house
Put the trash out we coming to crash out
Become a norious style pulling mats out
Why you playin now I'ma put the flame on you
Ju got the canyon, Les the grenade launcher
I blaze ghanga like Jamaicans in Kingston
And shit on you and leave you stinkin
Light a match
U don't want it don't want it
I don't love hoes who catch me on
The Ave with a snub nose
Late night ridin a bike watchin for po po
At a red light right in plain sight
On a summer on the low on the dead night
Y'all niggas don't want it with us
And they ain't really shit to discuss
All that shit you be spittin, it's us
Step to you with the steel out
Juju ain't the type of cat
You wanna feel out
It's all you you can hate if you want
Beatnuts keep blazing the blunts
And beats banging the truck
Gettin money worldwide we provide
Them up front all you women in the club
We know what you want
Catch you with the cross bow
Right through your torso
What you said (nuttin) thought so
Pass by your crib riding a horse slow
Just checkin out the negocio
Time to collect from the inner streets belly
Nigga wanna come short like Joe Pesci
Before I wack em I crack a cold pepsi
Click back all leave the space messy
Blowin guns like Jesse
Pulled my Glock out who wanna test me
I feel like the devil just possessed me
Burn more weed, I'm moving at hyper speed
Always carry two knives with me
For y'all niggas who be trying to hate
You fucking fake man
You know these are the records
You be dyin to make
Think you're hot nigga yeah right
Hot in the ass fuck around
Get shot in the ass
It's all you you can hate if you want
Beatnuts keep blazing the blunts
And beats banging the truck
Gettin money worldwide we provide
Them up front all you women in the club
We know what you want
This scene is getting ugly
This scene is getting ugly
Yo it's my turn
How many speak what they got
Eat at the spot like Pac you
Could believe it or not
In the streets in the drop you
Know my boys is hot
We spit fireballs you heard my
Click got my thousand yours
Hammer quipped we die for the
Strips defy the law we the squad that do the
Job and beat the charge
A gold T with a old key will beat the job
You never know when you're bout to go
You never know when you're about to blow
Niggas get locked when the back is slow
On my pops we gonna pop the Mo
Pop the krizic cock is clicked
Til Seis get killed by the apocalypse
Ain't no stoppin this
We splurgin and mergin
Icein up the verse so nice
They call me surgeon
Fuck what they heard twin
We the truth smoke weed on the roof
Puff live on the deuce get
Live off the 1-5-1 proof
You never know this ain't
A rapper bein phony
With the white gold and big
Boulders and cuban zircony
Frontin like you don't know me, homey
This scene is getting ugly
Yes indeed triple Seis
Yes indeed juju
Yes indeed