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mf grimm - so whatcha want nigga! (street version) lyrics

the grimm reaper – “so whatcha want n-gga! (street version)”
[emcee(s): the grimm reaper (aka mf grimm)]
[producer(s): sean c and kn-body]
[scratches: sean c]
[sample (drums): skull snaps – “it’s a new day” (0:00)]

[hook: the grimm reaper (aka mf grimm)]
so what you
want, n-gga? so what you
want, n-gga? so what you
want, n-gga? so what you
want, n-gga? so what you
want, n-gga? so what you
want, n-gga? so what you
want, n-gga? so what you
want, n-gga?

[verse 1: the grimm reaper (aka mf grimm)]
i make more noise than a chainsaw, insane
pain caused, then drained just to give your brain more
i’ll write rhymes with no strain, wet rappers like
rain, bust caps like john wayne, shaft, or shane
to build a name, you came to battle me
get crushed like a candy cane or cancelled like fame (what?!?)
always maintain, i elevate game. grimm
use all styles like sonny chiba use crane
a drunken monk on a punk, and leave his ribs
sunk in. from giving fights, hearts get shrunken
vocals never sh-tty, just clean, an instrumental
idi amin. you limp out, i’ll rip out your spleen
mind tricks like a jedi, my right eye’s
a deadeye. f-ck a drive-by—do walk-bys or fly-bys
to the cops, i’m the roughest. i’ll put on
starsky, and hutch is on motherf-cking crutches (whoo-wee!)
put to sleep like a stray. i’m so fly
i’ll pull your girl in a cavalier and santa claus
sleigh. no sucker could serve me. i’ll have ‘em running
circles like a horse in the f-cking kentucky derby
compet-tion i’m bagging ‘cause n-ggas try to
preach and teach, but full of sh-t like jimmy swaggart (yeah!)
f-ck him up, give the n-gga more. his -ss is mine
greg valentine, i’ll throw him in the figure four
nothing to lose and all to gain. my mother thought she’s
raising arizona, but she end up raising f-cking cain (word!)
there’s not too many flyer ‘cause i’m cute
but, at the same time, a 5’9” michael myers
i’m about to make dough, and n-ggas hate it
i keep my gun at my hip band, this sh-t is nickel-plated
half my life, i’ve been called a loser
a bully, a bruiser, but now i’m making payments on
my land cruiser

[hook: the grimm reaper (aka mf grimm) with scratches by sean c]
so what you
want, n-gga? so what you
want, n-gga? so what you
want, n-gga? so what you
want, n-gga? so what you
want, n-gga? so what you
want, n-gga? so what you
want, n-gga? so what you
want, n-gga?

[bridge: samples with scratches by sean c]
“so step up if you wanna get hurt” – sample from milk dee on audio two – “top billin’”
“battle anybody—i don’t care” – sample from ll cool j – “rock the bells”
“step up if you wanna get hurt” – sample from milk dee on audio two – “top billin’”
“battle anybody—i don’t care” – sample from ll cool j – “rock the bells”

[verse 2: the grimm reaper (aka mf grimm)]
i’m tapping n-ggas’ jaws like a phone. i don’t care
i don’t have it all there upstairs, i’m not
home. the reaper gets real mean. i’ll rip
a show like a fat b-tch who rip a pair of tight jeans
take no jocks, so trying to get locked? no
my beeper so fly, n-ggas think i’m 5-0
n-ggas down with us frowning us. when me and
raida turn our backs, they sn-tch all our f-cking tracks
n-ggas try to uplift but then they linger
the only thing i’m lifting is my middle motherf-cking finger
“if you’re a gangster, then what are you doing in hip hop?” i’m trying
to make ends meet and not die in the f-cking streets
n-ggas come out talking “f-ck the police” and make
a few dollars. now they rap about f-cking peace
my job is to break necks. i’m not
jumping on the bandwagon trying to sound like das efx
lost will to live and going insane, my brain’s
in pain. i need therapy but it’s not free
rappers run around in a rampage in a video
but look scared as sh-t when they’re on stage
life get snuffed out—how fast it p-sses
tec-9 blast took care of their c-cky -sses
too many rocky movie or karate cl-sses
try to get s-ssy, i’ll break your arm like it’s taffy
death, all die together, i spray once
grimm taunts and haunts, spooking n-ggas like a séance
battle anybody and take ‘em quick. f-ck
the world, and all of you can suck my d-ck!

[hook: the grimm reaper (aka mf grimm) with scratches by sean c] (x2)
so what you
want, n-gga? so what you
want, n-gga? so what you
want, n-gga? so what you
want, n-gga? so what you
want, n-gga? so what you
want, n-gga? so what you
want, n-gga? so what you
want, n-gga?

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