Mad Skillz - Y'All Don't Wanna lyrics

Uh, skillz

Uh, Hi-Tek

Yea

VA yea, yo

Yo, trust me y'all don't want none of me man

You wanna discuss that shit with your dog like the Son of Sam

If I, run out of hustles, then I'm runnin a scam

Spit some hot shit to you that'll be numbin ya man

Uh huh, I know what y'all niggas thinkin now

"He was on TV with Missy, so how the fuck he underground?"

I rep my state from coast to coast

Don't matter if I'm spittin with Nas or sippin with Mos

I'm explainin shit to y'all geeks

I fucks with Timbaland cuz Timbaland got beats!

And after Ghostwriter came out

Y'all was bitchin and cryin, cuz I ain't put the names out

Y'all still thinkin I was frontin

And Puff cut a check so I ain't have to say nothin *Nah*

These rap cats is fakin

I'm jumpin in front of you and takin yours like a Secret Service agent

Come on

[Chorus x2]

y'all don't wanna do that, mmm mmm

Y'all don't wanna do that, uh uh

You don't really wanna do that, mmm mmm

Dog, you don't wanna do that, uh uh

Yo, you know what hurts me even more? *What?*

Male groupies when you out on tour *For real*

Man, I thought I was gon flip

Dude passed the tape under the stall and I'm tryin to take a shit!

Man, this drama gotta stop

Them the fools that you gotta watch

Keep your tape, don't do me no favors

Cuz when I tell you the truth, you gon call me a hater

And chicks I came up with

Be gettin mad cuz they can't get hit

They be like, "That nigga Skillz ain't shit!"

Huh, but you just spent some bills, to give Skills the shit, didn't you?

Mmm hmm

That's funny

These broads ain't stoppin my money *Uh uh*

So if you manage to get close to me

Think about what you gon say boo before approaching me

Cuz see,

[Chorus x2]

I rip mics til they torn

When I walk, they think there's a strobe light on

In ciphers I be straight up attacking

Cats be like, "You ripped that shit nigga!"

Calm down, I was practicin

Man y'all gotta be kiddin

I got your CD, I did a lotta skippin like,

When I see you, you gon do a lotta bitchin

While I'm on stage, spittin with a lotta niggas ad-libbin

Man, y'all need to kill that

I'm from B.A. nigga, where's it's goddamn real at

Tracks I feel that

And leave curfew(?) the streets

So if you haters suckin yo teeth, then do it on beat

Come on *teeth sucking*

I ain't new with the heat

I'm in the booth with the flu and still chewin the beat

I'm sonnin y'all like Father's Day

Disrespect Pop and get popped like Marvin Gaye

Cuz see

[Chorus x4]

Skillz, B.A., Supafriendz