Benzino - Nigga's Dont Want It Lyrics
[Intro: Benzino] Niggas don't want it These niggas don't want it Niggas don't want it [Benzino] Benzino.. take your best shot [Chorus: Benzino] Niggas don't want it These niggas don't want it These niggas don't want it... Niggas don't want it These niggas don't want it Niggas don't want it [Benzino] Ashtray for the roaches Shift up V-12 ferocious In the 6, big gats and hostess Beneath city lights, niggas get ready Make sure you hold your gun right, shoot steady Stop shakin, betta bust that nigga Feel the rush when you squeeze that trigga You only get one chance, one opportunity Take your best shot - nigga get through to me The war's on once again, ground zero Made Men, let's take it to the end When the smoke clears - I be the only one left Fight niggas to the death, you can't win Understand me Lord, forgive me for my sins Benzino.. been killin.. been stealin.. Been sellin.. niggas stop tellin.. Been robbin.. been shockin.. been rockin.. I blow up spots - ***** bin Laden! Can't you understand real niggas don't die? (Niggas don't want it) Just light a candle up in the middle of July Anybody pop shit and don't want to die... I know the reason why... [Chorus w/ variations] [Benzino] Er'body run for they life, take cover I rip mics unlike no other Rosary and wife beater's, ice grill Cowards show heaters, but don't want to kill ***** tight for real, what the deal? How you gonna wanna go the whole 9... When you scared to hold a 9? 9 o' clock come you got 15 minutes 7 days away dogg, gotta get in it (Niggas don't want it) I ain't backin up from nobody, no crew No man - especially not you You ain't ready for the big game Clothesline that *****, make him know my name I'm going deep like Moss Make you pay a high price if you don't know the cost Ain't nothin I'd kill for a cause Stay high, steady ride ill cars Burn that hash, brizza roll that weed Let me show you why these fake cats don't know me Hangmen hang 'em high, hold fire, til you see the white's in they eye The enemy's at the gate, on the front line It gets ugly when I go for mine Grab the microphone, spread the prophecy Go and tell your hood, your people ain't stoppin me More, he's up to no good, stop watching me This year, my year just watch and see, mother*****er [Chorus 2.5x w/ variations & Benzino ad libs]
