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m.v.l.l. - you don't want it كلمات الأغنية

m.v.l.l. (ft. ces, mez, and roy rukkus) – “you don’t want it”
[emcee(s): ces, mez, and roy rukkus]
[producer(s): will tell]

[verse 1: ces]
you ain’t big. i’m small and i’ll break you down
i’ll use the deuce-deuce long just to take you down
me and my troops stay on and we blaze a pound
if you thought i hate you then, i hate you now
you silly–ss n-gga, no funds and whips. type
to talk but you never bust guns and ship
if the tec blow, i know you gon’ run and sh-t
but i’m from [?]—you know i’m gon’ run this sh-t
hunt your clique, jig ‘em with a rambo knife
f-ck with this if you think your man’s so trife. i got a
hundred to spit and ample lifes, and i got a
hundred nicks just to sample twice, right?

[verse 2: mez]
we c4 the doors, blow-the-lock-off rap
and leave off with your pretty platinum plaques
you? shut your jaws. ain’t no stopping that. you want
to hate? screw your face like a sour patch. get up
in your crib, push your wig hours back. the
foulest cat drown the rats and leave ‘em wet like
shower caps. you’re f-cking with a specialist
you puny f-cking lyricists insult my intelligence
stay running your jibs. what you lived is irrelevant
you busting off like a gat with no metal pin
m-v run through this game, lock it down like monopoly
we obtain gains, then invest large quant-ties
interest off returns, reinvest. do you follow me?
cop quarter pills of that high-grade quality
roll up, smoke up, and dare you to bother me
swole up with a donut, no apology

[verse 3: roy rukkus]
my heart
blacker than uncle ben ‘cause ruk brewing, n-ggas
anything else you good at but losing? you in
a gang, huh? i don’t care what you in
you sleep on me, i’ma have to tuck you in
i’ll truck through men [?] f-ck you in
your face like a p-ssword—i could punch you in
punch you so hard, scr-pe off my knuckle skin
clown–ss n-gga got a n-gga chuckling

[hook: all]
you don’t want it with the clique, dun. you don’t know?
m-v n-ggas rip guts. there’s no show
i don’t front—you could get cut. you want to talk
stupid? n-gga, get up. what you want?
you don’t want it with the clique, dun. oh, you do?
oh, you must want your sh-t bust or you smoke c0ke
dope in a big blunt. what the f-ck?
n-gga, want something, n-gga? what? what you want, huh?

[verse 4: roy rukkus]
yo, y’all n-ggas say y’all big time? y’all all tall tales
so small, get stuck in a golf ball hole. what you
want, dun? i’ll put it up on y’all foes
yup, n-ggas up on those hardcore flows
what, n-gga, what? i done f-cked all y’all hoes
f-cking your girl and i got your moms on hold
[?] heating up some corn on stove
up in the world, ‘bout to let this bomb unfold, n-gga

[verse 5: ces]
on this track, sh-t, man, i’ll be eating it up
man, you’re laying on your back ‘cause i heated it up
got a problem with your chick ‘cause i’m beating it up
if there’s beef before it cook, i’ll be beating it up
i’m used to the drama, known to put two in your mama
hit you up, then i’ll ride out your crew to bahamas
you see what i mean? all my n-ggas thieving for cream
and if you left your car running, we’ll be thieving your beam
in for the scheme, always rob n-ggas with rings, and if
[?] i’ll hit ‘em with a fifth of the green. you know
how we stay. thug n-ggas know how we play. and if
there’s drama, we use big guns—n-ggas know how we spray
never delay, forever c-ck back and bust
n-ggas want it? whatever, whenever, in gats we trust
actually us who get shoes [?]. i got
big [?] that’ll rip your skull to a fossil

- m v l l

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