M.V.L.L. - You Don't Want It Lyrics
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    You Don't Want It

    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-ass nigga, no funds and whips. Type
    To talk but you never bust guns and ship
    If the TEC blow, I know you gon’ run and shit
    But I’m from [?]—you know I’m gon’ run this shit
    Hunt your clique, jig ‘em with a Rambo knife
    Fuck 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 fucking with a specialist
    You puny fucking 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 quantities
    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, niggas
    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 [?] fuck you in
    Your face like a password—I could punch you in
    Punch you so hard, scrape off my knuckle skin
    Clown-ass nigga got a nigga chuckling

    [Hook: All]
    You don’t want it with the clique, dun. You don’t know?
    M-V niggas rip guts. There’s no show
    I don’t front—you could get cut. You want to talk
    Stupid? Nigga, get up. What you want?
    You don’t want it with the clique, dun. Oh, you do?
    Oh, you must want your shit bust or you smoke coke
    Dope in a big blunt. What the fuck?
    Nigga, want something, nigga? What? What you want, huh?

    [Verse 4: Roy Rukkus]
    Yo, y’all niggas 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, niggas up on those hardcore flows
    What, nigga, what? I done fucked all y’all hoes
    Fucking 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, nigga

    [Verse 5: Ces]
    On this track, shit, 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 niggas thieving for cream
    And if you left your car running, we’ll be thieving your Beam
    In for the scheme, always rob niggas with rings, and if
    [?] I’ll hit ‘em with a fifth of the green. You know
    How we stay. Thug niggas know how we play. And if
    There’s drama, we use big guns—niggas know how we spray
    Never delay, forever cock back and bust
    Niggas want it? Whatever, whenever, in gats we trust
    Actually us who get shoes [?]. I got
    Big [?] that’ll rip your skull to a fossil

    [Hook: All]
    You don’t want it with the clique, dun. You don’t know?
    M-V niggas rip guts. There’s no show
    I don’t front—you could get cut. You want to talk
    Stupid? Nigga, get up. What you want?
    You don’t want it with the clique, dun. Oh, you do?
    Oh, you must want your shit bust or you smoke coke
    Dope in a big blunt. What the fuck?
    Nigga, want something, nigga? What? What you want, huh?

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