what you want lyrics – webbie

(feat. lil trill)

[verse 1: webbie]
well f*ck 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 n*gg* 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
b*mpin crews who drove from cali in my old school two-tone
they missed me n*gg*s barely, i want they whole f*ckin crew gone!
in that zone, where there ain’t no smirks, n*gg*s get murked
just keep hidin cuz its too late to go to church, now
show you m*th*f*ckers how this trill sh*t work, now
turn your sh*t into the 4th of ju-ly, boo-yah!
savage: aka webster gradney. real name still bring flame
sw*ng hang, let them thang rang,
leave brains all on ya f*ckin shoestrang
i’m tellin you, we ain’t playin, we comin!

[chorus x2]
skulls gettin cracked for (this what you want?)
kids gettin sn*tched for (this what you want?)
ain’t no remorse for (this what you want?)
these b*tches 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*tches 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 n*gg*z ’bout playin with us
we cant 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!
n*gg* 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 n*gg*, 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 *ss, treat ya like a ho
[?] hook up with ya sister, and treat her like a ho
i love ya like a p*ssy, i hate ya cuz ya p*ssy
i’m the trillest n*gg* livin, b*tch
and i don’t give a f*ck about what anybody sayin,
or anybody drank, and i’ll show up in they brain
“what these p*ssy n*gg*s thinkin?!”
webbie. you don’t got no f*ckin credit
and b*tch, you holdin sumthin so come on, let me get it
i f*ck her in her *ss, i did it til she sh*tted
i put it on her *ss, sh*ttin on the wrong n*gg*
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*ssy n*gg*s time of the month

[chorus x2]

/ webbie lyrics