b*tch Ass n*gga lyrics

[Verse 1: Havoc]
b*tch-ass n*gga, yo, it's time to pull the trigga
I might be small, but f*ck with bein' bigga
n*ggas wanna throw with that bullsh*t, but step aside
Pull out the four-five, and kill him motherf*ckin' dead
Pump his ass with lead
Never fakin' moves, motherf*cker, run the jewels
Buck wild, blowin' n*ggas out the frame
Matter fact, don't call me shorty, kid, you know my name
So next time, you see me, you better duck me
'Cause I don't give a f*ck, G
Catch wreck with the TEC, then I'm out like quick sex
Who's next? b*tch-ass n*gga

[Chorus]
Nah, you don't want none
b*tch-ass n*gga
Nah, you don't want none
b*tch-ass n*gga
Nah, you don't want none
b*tch-ass n*gga
Nah, you don't want none
b*tch-ass

[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Kick it when I'm wicked and all smoked out
The little n*gga that gets on your nerves so read about
You say your shorty's trauma, what's all the drama?
I shoot 'em up like their last name is Farmer
Shorty got the death wish, I wish to die
But when I try, it just goes by
You couldn't kill me because I can't kill myself
And if I got beef, then I got it for self
And if I catch a body, I catch it for self
To me, murder is good for the health
Little man paranoid, Mr. Schizophrenic
Thirty-five n*ggas wanna funk, don't panic
Just shoot a head up, or take your beatin' like a man
Or pull a burner if you want a longer lifespan
That's how I see it, if I gotta die, so be it
But maybe one day, my luck'll run out, though
Until then, I couldn't give a f*ck, yo
Little shorty one time, I'm goin' all out for mines
'Cause there won't be a next time
So what you wanna do, punk? Back up a little
Gimme some space, I'm hittin' hearts, street sweeper
A little crazed n*gga from the streets
Raised in the ghetto, I'm puttin' out heads, yo
I'm open, time to catch wreck, put 'em in check
Snap his neck, grab his loot, then jet
Who's next to be a victim? Easily ripped up
Get ready to run when I ripped 'em
Drop to the floor, feel the wrath of the drug war
Call me a thug who gets buck when I want more
Maniac with a TEC-9
Hit me up now, 'cause there won't be a next time
Nah, you don't want none, b*tch-ass n*gga
[Chorus]
Nah, you don't want none
b*tch-ass n*gga
Nah, you don't want none
b*tch-ass n*gga
Nah, you don't want none
b*tch-ass n*gga
Nah, you don't want none
b*tch-ass n*gga
Nah, you don't want none
b*tch-ass

[Verse 3: Havoc]
Who's that n*gga standin' with the jewels?
Throw on my hood, c*ck back the tool
Just to get a rep, yeah, you're god damn right
Just lick, lick shots 'cause I don't f*ck with fights
Back on the ave when five-o arrive
Chalk on the ground where the motherf*cker died
n*ggas know who did it, but ain't nobody snitchin'
No word of to myself, if they do, I'm flippin' the script
Settin' it off, yo, put 'em in a dope fiend
And cut 'em up like protein
The lord of criminal juvenile crimes committed
Set it some b*tch-ass n*gga, I'm with it
You couldn't f*ck with the skills of the five foot
And all it takes is a set to get your crew shook
The f*ck up, kid, your rap styles sucks
I'm bustin' n*ggas like my first nut
Should I pull the trigga? Huh, no question
b*tch-ass n*gga
[Chorus]
Nah, you don't want none
b*tch-ass n*gga
Nah, you don't want none
b*tch-ass n*gga
Nah, you don't want none
b*tch-ass n*gga
Nah, you don't want none
b*tch-ass n*gga
Nah, you don't want none
b*tch-ass n*gga
Nah, you don't want none
b*tch-ass n*gga
Nah, you don't want none
b*tch-ass n*gga
Nah, you don't want none
b*tch-ass n*gga