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Chris Webby
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You Dont Really Want It (feat. Jon Connor Snow, Tha Product)
[Intro] Listen to me, learn from me I wasn't the best because I killed quickly I was the best because the crowd loved me Win the crowd, and you'll win your freedom I will win the crowd I'll give them something they've never seen before
[Verse 1: Jon Connor] Look, I ain't play games, homie, I ain't got time Especially when I do this for my homies that done got time Imma do this for the city, every hot line Go to every block, every hood, every corner, every stop-sign I just wanna get it for the days that I was living in the hood Wait a minute, I don't even know if you can call it living Pay attention, cause at any given minute You be chilling with your niggas and be witness to a killing, ho Grew up on the north side, north side Nigga to the fullest, I was quicker than a bullet That was going past the window and saw nothing And I'm coming for the crime, what the fuck you think I'm here for? Make no mistake about it, fake shit I can't allow it Trapped in this game, now I can't get out it You want that real shit, and I feel the same about it I was in the trenches just like you Wondering how the fuck Imma get through I don't have a plan, but I know one thing: Gotta get up out of this motherfucker, and I can't lose Eyes on the prize, and I know I can't quit Never gonna fail, so I'm on my shit Gotta keep going and I can't look back Took on the world and now it's on my back, back Back up, homie, don't act up I'm from Fly City where this rap shit really ain't a factor And when them kilos on your back and make a Motherfucking backpacker pack up On some other shit, them was the odds I was up against So I ain't phased by none of this Cause in reality, I love that shit For all the grinding I was doing, I ain't no one you was fucking with
[Bridge] See, I've been on my hustle for a minute Now it's really time to get it So it's only fair I'm letting them know That I'm a motherfucking animal, it's true You don't want me coming for you Just sit back and keep enjoying the show, cause yo
[Hook] You don't really want it, nah (Come and step to the floor, you already know That I'm too cold with the microphone I'm beastmode, better leave it alone) You don't really want it, nah (Cause I came too far to stop Regardless I'm off the wall, chip off the block I'm a monster, watch bitch, better call the cops)
[Verse 2: Snow Tha Product] Welcome to the Hunger Games You give up your whole life but get tons of fame There's rappers who don't write but get companies Making of with their souls for a chunk of change I got more profits than those, y'all so dumb to chase But they popped off all the time, but they a bum today Man, I got that Glock that I tote make you cuff your chain You see my pockets is gordo, you chubby chase? I got a plot to take over this continent While I'm over-thinking, all these bitches are there gossiping So Imma take a spliff, take a hit, something monstrous Cause I really quit but I think I've been locked in And all this bullshit and I'm sick of the politics I'm gonna show you which really bitch but it's obvious All of these hoes really want to just party and molly And violence and bottles and popping and dropping And opposite, that is just me, are you taunting them? All they admire us, not in that guapa shit Alternately, I think I'm gonna stop the gig Talk to them, all bitches wearing this God-given Oculus urge of confidence I'm just subconscious shit trying to make all y'all get y'all bitches Hearing my shit but I'm not spitting anymore lessons Bae, do what you wish, I ain't gon' stress Man, you finna get little Miss Snow from oh wait where I spit All about selling drugs and the things that I did Cause I done sell 'tapes and I toured And I ripped all these stages from East to the West And these kids and these magazine covers just don't give a shit What the fuck? You want Product? I'll give you a fix this is it
[Bridge]
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Chris Webby] C-Webby be carnivorous, monstrous shit I'm the boss, people be calling me Sarge in this bitch Make a mess, gotta keep a fucking tarp and a whip As I keep evolving, just as Darwin predicts So it's off with his head and I'm off with his chick Keep it calm till I flip then I'm off in this bitch Fuck dawn of the dead Shit I got grown men hiding under their bed Thinking that monster exist Cooking up that east coast dough With a pad and a pen and the words that I wrote Every syllable invented that's enclosed and then closed Are too complex for most folk, but you know I'm a ghost in the booth, you can't see me dawg Hard body with the flow, C3PO Most check up motherfuckers Sour D we roll So high, Major Tom can't reach me, bro Shh, yo don't spend your time in, you don't really want it So everybody suck my dick without a condom on it I'm just full of that chronic, gin no tonic Couple capsules in my pocket Now I'm going rocket, feeling so right Going psychotic, they feeling my rhymes Sipping Hpnotiq, I'm losing my mind Or break another time cause I'm just a little Motherfucker with the coldest flow E.T. going to poke the nose, you better hold the phone Before you leave with a broken nose I'm so dope that I think I'm about to overdose Now I feel like I'm really 'bout to go to a road But it ain't chose by most man, so I go alone into the dark side How could I have sold my soul? I never had one, bitch! Motherfucker, let's go!
[Bridge]
[Hook]
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