If You Want To Lyrics - Lupe Fiasco

Oh 

Oh 

Oh 

That's what you wanna do 

The mind's all a flutter, no pigs on the gig 

No swine for the supper, no wine in the cupboard 

Everything of mine must show signs of the suffer 

And keep you oppressed in the utter struggle 

But keep it all fresh like Tupper 

One of the tougher gingerbread men out the cutter 

Skin ain't Huck Finn but I ain't nigga Jim motherfucker 

I'm more like Clubba, from the uppercut of the gutter 

Never kowtow, I won't bow down to the bull like Kolkata 

They ain't what I'm rapping for I rather be a matador 

So tartare or rather raw 

I know that sounds fucked up like a reptoid 

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But it's no Ruth's Chris, if I lose, so I choose 

To keep it seeing red like Crips and Pirus 

How he the guy who rise to high school 

Schooled at Cooley High who's highs denied students 

Till it's time to rise up, ride for our views 

Tired of all the lies won't to abide by y'all's rules 

AKs and IQs 'til my skies are light blue 

Hey, I must admit it, I ain't shamed I'm the best, oh 

They've been bitten, that's why I pissed off the rest, oh 

Niggas is jealous 'cause what I got restin' on my neck, oh 

'Cause it took me from down underground to soarin' like a G4 

Mug if you want to, bug if you want to 

Chill if you want to, drug if you want to 

Build if you want to, joke if you want to 

Disrespect me, that's what you won't do 

That's what you won't do 

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Been around a world and things that I've seen 

These things get turned into things that I sing 

Things ringing together with similes in between 

Been mean since a teen, since little green marines 

I've been, mean, jean 

Ming, green, lean, dream 

Bending, king, bling-bling, three rings 

Ring-lings, home owned, oh, is, yeah 

To move towards it, I had ta route 4 it 

Like the home team, now I be all in 

Singing that Queen, Somebody to Love 

Rhapsody Bohemian, We Are Champions 

You don't wanna bite the dust better stay on your scene 

I drop the lyric whip bible king 

You can document it Columbine bowling 

I got the spirit I require no wings 

A fly MC rivet in my pants, just to buy pearl wings 

Then wear 'em on the covers of your magazines 

Feeling real yetti in my size fourteens 

Trying to 

Hey, I must admit it, I ain't shamed I'm the best, oh 

They've been bitten, that's why I pissed off the rest, oh 

Niggas is jealous 'cause what I got restin' on my neck, oh 

'Cause it took me from down underground to soarin' like a G4 

Mug if you want to, bug if you want to 

Chill if you want to, drug if you want to 

Build if you want to, joke if you want to 

Disrespect me, that's what you won't do 

That's what you won't do 

I'm performin' mama, hey 

Now ain't nobody knowin' me, mama 

All these hoe's on me, mama 

Why the hell you ain't want me mama? Hey 

I'm performin', mama 

Now ain't nobody knowin' me, mama, hey 

All these hoe's on me, mama 

Why the hell you ain't want me mama? Hey 

Success is my friend 

Who knew that when I grew up I'd be just like him 

Expect my roar if you reject my whim 

Erect my law and respect my pim 

I bring the pain 

Method Man, I bring the pain 

S & M shout to Fam-Lay, one of my bestest friends 

Shine killers send all of your death threats in 

I'll just reply with excess wins 

Please God, correct my sins, and protect my kin 

As I jet set headrest up and my leg-rest in 

Let's go 

Hey, I must admit it, I ain't shamed I'm the best, oh 

They've been bitten, that's why I pissed off the rest, oh 

Niggas is jealous 'cause what I got restin' on my neck, oh 

'Cause it took me from down underground to soarin' like a G4 

Mug if you want to, bug if you want to 

Chill if you want to, drug if you want to 

Build if you want to, joke if you want to 

Disrespect me, that's what you won't do 

That's what you won't do 

Hey, oh, oh, oh, oh