Want What - C-Mob

I’m a man on a mission taking no shit

With a big 4−5th sitting on the passenger seat

I get cash in the street

I don’t think you wanna bite the bullet when I pull it man I’m fast with the

heat

I can say that I done been through the good, the bad, the ugly, and all of the

above

All make em the bitter

You can see the poverty and pain of real niggas in Carmel

We call that the motivation of a drug dealer

I ain’t tripping he ain’t making me none

I keep my faith in God gripping a gun on the corner

Because if it didn’t kill me then it’s making me stronger than ammonia so I’mma

last longer

I heard you got a 9 but you ain’t fucking with Mob because the barrel of the

4−5s on ya

I can smell the aroma of death when I’m up on ya

Chopping you niggas up like bologna

I bet you get enough of eyeing me right

You niggas trynna be hype

But to be finally fight

I got my lawyer paid off so I’m dying to strike

All it take is a phone call to be dying tonight

I give a nigga a dunk off for trying to fight

Niggas head for the heels to the eye tonight

You think Iron Mike until I break the two like you’re running for a hoe like to

blind your

See bait make the fly fish you

I sit back and polish pistols

My cartridge is filled up to the brim with rocket missiles

I’m willing and ready for any opponent

I’mma take ranks so you best not flaunt it

AK-47 clip with a fifty round drum on the bitch

Y’all niggas don’t want it

Y’all niggas don’t want it (x4)

Y’all hoes don’t want it (x4)

Don’t start no shit it won’t be no shit (x2)

Won’t be no shit if you don’t start no shit (x2)

Look

AK-47 clip with a fifty round drum on the bitch (x4)

What nigga want what (x4)

Yeah

Look AK-47 clip with a fifty round drum on the bitch

What nigga want what

Niggas always wanna fuck with Slikk till I put my gun out thinking that he

tough nigga don’t buck

Cause I got a automatic K with unlimited ammunition

Think I’m slipping

Run up on me nigga while I’m chilling and man I guarantee yo ass gone come up

missing

Shots, ripped from the clip if you pop

Shit with my clip you’ll get dropped

Quick in the ditch you’ll get hot

Shit to yo lip bitch

A nigga better realize if he wanna see the gods then he better increase his size

And nigga look me in my eyes and you will see deep inside the mind of nigga

ready for homicide

Your momma died so you fucking with the clan

Thinking I’m playing I got the shit up in my hand

Bitch I’mma leave a pussy nigga laying where he stand

Cause I had to pop a nigga like a fucking rubber band

Get bowled bitch

I’mma cut your throat open lip’ll hold

Let the blood just flow bitch

Niggas always wanna act swole but they never wanna go when they see I got four

clips

More shit finna pop off thinking I’m soft well I got a AK for that

And after I take yo life motherfucker it’s too bad I can’t give it back

And man I can’t forget about that mini MAC

Jump it off

Kick back many rounds

Boy you better get yourself a bigger gat

Or you is gonna find yo ass up in the ground

Y’all niggas don’t want it (x4)

Y’all hoes don’t want it (x4)

Don’t start no shit it won’t be no shit (x2)

Won’t be no shit if you don’t start no shit (x2)

Look

AK-47 clip with a fifty round drum on the bitch (x4)

What nigga want what (x4)

Bitch I will show no repences

This is what will happen if you try to fuck with some menaces

Get the fuck off of my premesis

Or I will do you just like Cain did Abel in Genesis

You do not wanna come battle me

Cause I am ready for combat and causing fatalities

You will get merked automatically

And that’s regardless of religion or nationality

I will put at least 8 slugs in fake thugs who hate cause I’d rather make war

than make love

And taste blood on my taste buds (ugh)

You’re about to get bludgeoned so if you wanna come get it and bring all your

cousins

And I am not nudging

I will stay posted up killing em off by the dozens

Are you ready for death today?

I will be blowing your chest away

AK-47 clip with a fifty round drum against yo pepper spray

Leaving your body left to lay

In the dirt watching your flesh decay

Start shit, I’m finna do some shit

Get the crucifix it’s best to pray

Hoping that there was no static

If you wanna have it then come try to step and be crushed

Got two semi-automatics a murder fenatic and I’ll make the weapon rebust

And sever the guts

You’re left in the dust

Cause when I go off I’m definitely nuts

As soon as my finger is hitting the trigger I’m unleashing hell with a heavenly

touch

Y’all niggas don’t want it (x4)

Y’all hoes don’t want it (x4)

Don’t start no shit it won’t be no shit (x2)

Won’t be no shit if you don’t start no shit (x2)

Look

AK-47 clip with a fifty round drum on the bitch (x4)

What nigga want what (x4)