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styles p – you don’t want it lyrics

[verse 1: sheek louch]
sawed off shotgun, hand on my pump
riding through the hood, waiting to get crunk
anybody move, a n+gga gon’ dump
[?]
hood rats everywhere, [?] on that bullsh+t
tryna stop my car, thinking i got a full clip
f+ck it, come and get me
my slowest whip do a buck fifty
i don’t know you, n+gga
i’ll blow you, n+gga
i’ll put holes in your motherf+cking [?] too, n+gga
a party ain’t a party, less sheek come through
you don’t know about me and my crew
d+block!
[chorus: sheek louch & jadakiss]
they don’t want it with me
you don’t want it with me
you don’t want it with me
n+ggas don’t want it with me
you don’t want it with me
you don’t want it with me
you don’t want it with me
n+ggas don’t want it with me

[verse 2: styles p]
you don’t want it, i’m no joke
k!ll a whole [?] coke by the old folks
kidnap the kid, and gon’ sell him to a hollywood b+tch
for d+block, every n+gga over here s sick
the 45 and the 9 gon’ [?]
i’m in the [?], the same blue as the sidekick’s [?]
put it in your eyes, like the [?]
no drops, just shots, n+gga, now you really hot
man should’ve said that i’m real hard
when i was in the pen, i had a bird in the jail yard
and i had a [?] down my leg when i was hitting the boulevard
and i made a [?] just like a boulevard

[chorus: sheek louch & jadakiss]
they don’t want it with me
you don’t want it with me
you don’t want it with me
n+ggas don’t want it with me
you don’t want it with me
you don’t want it with me
you don’t want it with me
n+ggas don’t want it with me
[verse 3: jadakiss]
three and a half years, if they catch you with a gat
all that mean now, that n+ggas is shooting back
war is something that i got a taste for, out on bail
bigger gun than the one i got the case for
never can tell what i might do
i ain’t nothing like you
i put my dutch out [?]
pull my nuts out on your wife in the mic booth
situate with her, at the end of the night too
those were the happy days, these the real years
n+ggas is braindead, and sh+tbags in wheelchairs
for the record, i don’t give a f+ck who your team is
you don’t want it with me,cause i’m an extremest

- styles p lyrics

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