BENZINO

BENZINO - Niggas Don't Want It lyrics

[Intro: Benzino]

Niggas don't want it

These niggas don't want it

Niggas don't want it

[Benzino]

Benzino.. take your best shot

[Chorus: Benzino]

Niggas don't want it

These niggas don't want it

These niggas don't want it...

Niggas don't want it

These niggas don't want it

Niggas don't want it

[Benzino]

Ashtray for the roaches

Shift up V-12 ferocious

In the 6, big gats and hostess

Beneath city lights, niggas get ready

Make sure you hold your gun right, shoot steady

Stop shakin, betta bust that nigga

Feel the rush when you squeeze that trigga

You only get one chance, one opportunity

Take your best shot - nigga get through to me

The war's on once again, ground zero

Made Men, let's take it to the end

When the smoke clears - I be the only one left

Fight niggas to the death, you can't win

Understand me Lord, forgive me for my sins

Benzino.. been killin.. been stealin..

Been sellin.. niggas stop tellin..

Been robbin.. been shockin.. been rockin..

I blow up spots - Fuck bin Laden!

Can't you understand real niggas don't die? (Niggas don't want it)

Just light a candle up in the middle of July

Anybody pop shit and don't want to die...

I know the reason why...

[Chorus w/ variations]

[Benzino]

Er'body run for they life, take cover

I rip mics unlike no other

Rosary and wife beater's, ice grill

Cowards show heaters, but don't want to kill

Bitch tight for real, what the deal?

How you gonna wanna go the whole 9...

When you scared to hold a 9?

9 o' clock come you got 15 minutes

7 days away dogg, gotta get in it (Niggas don't want it)

I ain't backin up from nobody, no crew

No man - especially not you

You ain't ready for the big game

Clothesline that bitch, make him know my name

I'm going deep like Moss

Make you pay a high price if you don't know the cost

Ain't nothin I'd kill for a cause

Stay high, steady ride ill cars

Burn that hash, brizza roll that weed

Let me show you why these fake cats don't know me

Hangmen hang 'em high, hold fire, til you see the white's in they eye

The enemy's at the gate, on the front line

It gets ugly when I go for mine

Grab the microphone, spread the prophecy

Go and tell your hood, your people ain't stoppin me

More, he's up to no good, stop watching me

This year, my year just watch and see, motherfucker

[Chorus 2.5x w/ variations & Benzino ad libs]

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