You Don't Want It Lyrics - Cormega

(Cormega) 

Yo, guerilla war nigga, what 

Guerilla war nigga, what what 

Guerilla war nigga, what what 

Guerilla war nigga, what what 

Guerilla war nigga 

It's on 

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(Cormega) 

Yo, y'all niggas don't know the art of war 

Now you dyin' and my gun'll keep burstin' 'til your mama cryin' 

I'm defying your whole crew, y'all niggas weak 

It could be on officially if you had heart 

Nigga your overrated, props old decaying 

Not known for sprayin', what the fuck you sayin' 

Your crew fell, you jeal', cuz mine doin' it 

Yo quit the jealousy, let's get the felonies 

My niggas sellin' keys, your niggas sellin' dreams 

Your plans ain't precise, you need better schemes 

Cuz yo, I ain't tryin to lose another nigga 

And if so enough blood is spilt to fill a river 

And I'll part the Red Sea like Moses dad 

And smite my enemies despite the penalties 

You could live like kings, but die from injuries 

You about to be a memory nigga (You don't want it!) 

I don't hate you, I despise you 

I call you cocksucker, cuz it describes you 

I know you wish you had a real crew, like I do 

Niggas'll send shots and get props like my crew 

Look at you nigga, you had status, most of that vanished 

Y'all niggas has been, addicts, unestablished 

What the fuck happened? You had the block clickin' 

Now you in denial, y'all are finished 

You out position, but you no competition 

To my niggas with heaters yo, we not feelin' you either, what 

You wanna talk violent, but Sig P.'s for solution 

I stalk silent, when I precede execution 

Taught by the, realest niggas to walk the planet 

With one thought you vanish, like the corp remanded 

You on the ave with your weak mans frontin' 

When you see my niggas comin' (You don't want it!) 

My nigga Biggie must have prophesized 

When he said somebody got to die 

I'm like the jackal, when I attack you die from gat wounds 

Frank Nitty couldn't do it that smooth 

Life's a bitch, I'm the pimp, you own Mad Duke's crew 

I proved you weak, you ride dick to eat 

You ain't real, ill, or prepared to kill 

Man you better chill, you could get it for real 

I live this life of gangstas, ever second it's changin' 

The enemy is rarely a stranger 

The treachery in the heart cemented jealousy's best friend 

That's the reason felonies will never end 

How you feel is mutual, I don't fear retaliation, I'm shootin' you 

This is a mere evaluation, I do what you to scared to do 

Motherfucker I'm prepared, you don't, want it nigga 

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