What You Want - Radio Edit

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Y'all niggas is dead, dead!
 What the fuck is wrong with y'all?
 Face illest street niggas, illest rap niggas
 It's murda!
 Motha fuckers wanna kill me but don't got the heart
 To look me in the eyes with the nine and spark
 Cause whether your for or against this
 When I spit with murderous intentions, everybody goes everybody knows
 The weapons I possess they not for show
 And you put dresses on your weapons when you walk out the door
 See once I flash mother fuckers better do the one shot dash
 Or be one shot ass
 J to the A-Y to the drive by to your hood screamin bye-bye to you
 Yo, shit I hope ya'll niggas know to lay low now
 Cause thou shall perish if you don't bow down
 Cause I hit em on sight, it's dark dim the lights
 You shot twice God bless to this the night
 That alot of niggas fear the coming of their life
 And you dead right be in hell looking for ice
 Fuckin with Ja you bitch niggas talking shit
 All on my dick you broke niggas making me rich
 You gonna blaze me cause you high ripped off the henne rock
 Flow semi-hot handling me your not
 Check my forte not even on a bad day you beat this
 Rather beat your dick or your bitch
 My flow be the sick shit, gravely ill
 Niggas dying cause they know I spit like iron, nothing but bark flyin
 Flows and mics, hell and night, go together like heaven and light
 Niggas ain't seein my plight
 I'm a cruddy nigga, goin' up raw-dog in dirty bitches
 And if I get burnt, I'm givin that shit to thirty bitches
 You say you know a nigga like me, guess again Poppy
 I might smile up in your face but I ain't your friend Poppy
 Jump out the fifteen hundred like runnin, niggas don't want it
 Get it, Done it, when I'm blunted
 However it went down, I made it happen, I made it scrapin'
 I made it fussin, bustin, I made it cappin
 And lettin off wasn't nothing new to a nigga
 Something to do to a nigga, Cause you is a fool nigga
 I know your type, you hype, all up off that fake shit
 You can't understand why a man would have to take shit
 Or steal shit, but this is that real, niggas kill shit, peel shit
 I hit you in your head you won't feel shit!
 GRRRR...
 Let the dogs lose on a niggas ass
 Find out if the niggas faster then the trigger's blast
 A fucking snake in the truest form
 Knowin' damn well that what I do is wrong, but still I do it strong
 Niggas is making movies so I gots to stop production
 I need a block to function and maybe I'll stop destructin
 These blocks are not for frontin', So let me get that shorty
 Cause you don't need that shorty
 You don't know what to do with that shorty
 You might as well hit this 40, before you hit the floor
 Another 24, What you want, Money, More!?!
 Uh! Dark man! DMX! Ruff Ryders! Def Jam!

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Duration
04:08
Key
1
Tempo
167 BPM

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