Real conversation for that ass
(It's what they want)
(It's what they want)
What you said? Just can't hear you man
(It's what they want)

Speak the fuck up
(It's what they want)
Word
(It's what they want)

Nastradamus, scama lit, know when I rep
Flow when I'm set, I got the chips to make a Lotus my whip
Gold on my neck was once a code of respect
For high rollers and vets
Now it's loads of baguettes, prefer a mack-10 over a tech
No matter sober or wet, I smack soldier cadets
Trees that might eject my hype back
Famous phrase, 'N***a, light that'
Hoes you fuck, ask you where your ice at, dun
It's all about playboys, when we was young
Can only get tongue, then finally we can cum
Busting in hoes, guzzling 4's
Crack blitz, '86, you turn hustling pro
From bottles, to seven in your hand
To fake Pepsis, to get to the crack, unscrew the can
Gleam blunted, seeing 100's, stacks of boy with a lean on it
We've got it if the fiends want it
The whole block singing the same theme, "Don it"
Fuck it, too many crabs in the bucket
If it's ice work, I'm gon' truck it
U gotta love it

(It's what they want)
Fuck it
(It's what they want)
U gotta love it
(It's what they want)

Fuck it
(It's what they want)
U gotta love it
(It's what they want)

Fuck it
(It's what they want)
U gotta love it
(It's what they want)
(It's what they want)
(It's what they want)

Some girls get too emotional, fanatic extremist
Get pulsive with malice insentitives, the foulest of bitches
Hung up my riches, her childish wishes
Be suspicious of those sleeping with fishes, them hoes
Conspicuous and it shows, tricking this dough
Kicking this flow, slip in a new fo'
So, when your click roll, I let my clips go
N***as on opposite polls
I got that confident soul, for those locked in a hole
Inhuman, living hostile opposed
To living on the street, proper from my top to my toes
Aeropostale my clothes, Vernon n***as in suburbans with liquor
Preposterous foes, finicky foul n***as
See n***as and blacks, there goes a loud difference
Coke sniffing, tapping 13 year old chickens
You can't be a kingpin when you snitching
Regardless, we still make you a target
We shoot you and chill, chrome objects
Hit you in your projects, it's street anomics
This rhyme is edited, credited through ebonics
Miserable cats, hunger painning
Get off your ass, stop complaining
My crew be in Montego Bay margaretting, marinating
While you home, waiting your arraignment
This thug life you claimed it, I made millions from entertainment
Now, back in the hood, certain cats, they wanna kill me
They ice grill me, but on the low, n***as feel me
U gotta love it

Fuck it
(It's what they want)
U gotta love it
(It's what they want)

Fuck it
(It's what they want)
U gotta love it
(It's what they want)

Fuck it
(It's what they want)
U gotta love it
(It's what they want)
(It's what they want)
(It's what they want)

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It's what they want
It's what they want
It's what they want
It's what they want