What You Want-Webbie

Well f**k it, go on, turn the music up again I heat the streets up like a oven, it ain't nuthin I want mine. just hit me up when its "on time" I ain't duct-taped me a ni**a up in a long time! Im'a die thuggin. I think Im'a die bustin Im'a die hustlin, cuz I refuse to die with nuthin bumpin crews who drove from Cali in my old school two-tone they missed me niggas barely, I want they whole f**kin crew gone! In that zone, where there ain't no smirks, niggas get murked just keep hidin cuz its too late to go to church, now show you muthaf**kers how this trill sh*t work, now turn your sh*t into the 4th of Ju-ly, boo-yah! Savage: AK A Webster Gradney. Real name still bring flame swang hang, let them thang rang, leave brains all on ya f**kin shoestrang I'm tellin you, we ain't playin, we comin! [CHORUS X2] Skulls gettin cracked for (this what you want?) Kids gettin snatched for (this what you want?) Ain't no remorse for (this what you want?) These b**ches ask for (what you want?) Killaz on deck for (this what you want?) Ain't no respect for 'em (this what you want?) I want the rest of 'em (what you want?) These b**ches as for (what you want?) [Verse 2: Lil Trill] When its on, its on. Ain't no callin it off Ain't no cop'in no plea, so ain't no talkin at all You on the internet thug? You wanna buck in the club? Well guess what? We gon' show you niggaz 'bout playin with us We can't get you, we get the fam. Thats just how the game goes Thought you was a gangsta, but you sweeter than the rainbow I heard you [?] but I thought you was a man, though We ain't never scary, we got guns like Hussein, though Ash like Obama. Guns thats Futurama Oh, you a mama's boy? I bring it to you and yo mama! Ni**a ye ain't 'bout that drama, so cool out, and cool down Go and get ya clique but that choppa will make move 'round Its however you want it. However you make it Come to your apartments ni**a, leave that whole thang vacant Its what you want. I'm givin you a option The K, or the airfare. I think we gonna pop him! [CHORUS X2] [Verse 3: Webbie] I got a choppa in the car, a choppa in the car catch ya stoppin at the stoplight, pop ya in your car pop ya on your a**, treat ya like a ho [?] hook up with ya sister, and treat her like a ho I love ya like a p**sy, I hate ya cuz ya p**sy I'm the trillest ni**a livin, b**ch and I don't give a f**k about what anybody sayin, or anybody drank, and I'll show up in they brain "What these p**sy niggas thinkin?!" Webbie. You don't got no f**kin credit and b**ch, you holdin sumthin so come on, let me get it I f**k her in her a**, I did it til she shitted I put it on her a**, shittin on the wrong ni**a I smell blood. I smell blood I feel played, and some skulls gettin cracked for Somebody fin' to need a tampon Its one of these p**sy niggas time of the month [CHORUS X2]