Bitch Ass Nigga

[Verse 1: Havoc] Bitch-ass nigga, yo, it's time to pull the trigga I might be small, but fuck with bein' bigga Niggas wanna throw with that bullshit, but step aside Pull out the four-five, and kill him motherfuckin' dead Pump his ass with lead Never fakin' moves, motherfucker, run the jewels Buck wild, blowin' niggas 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 fuck, G Catch wreck with the TEC, then I'm out like quick sex Who's next? Bitch-ass nigga [Chorus] Nah, you don't want none Bitch-ass nigga Nah, you don't want none Bitch-ass nigga Nah, you don't want none Bitch-ass nigga Nah, you don't want none Bitch-ass [Verse 2: Prodigy] Kick it when I'm wicked and all smoked out The little nigga 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 niggas 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 fuck, 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 nigga 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, bitch-ass nigga [Chorus] Nah, you don't want none Bitch-ass nigga Nah, you don't want none Bitch-ass nigga Nah, you don't want none Bitch-ass nigga Nah, you don't want none Bitch-ass nigga Nah, you don't want none Bitch-ass [Verse 3: Havoc] Who's that nigga standin' with the jewels? Throw on my hood, cock back the tool Just to get a rep, yeah, you're god damn right Just lick, lick shots 'cause I don't fuck with fights Back on the ave when five-o arrive Chalk on the ground where the motherfucker died Niggas 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 bitch-ass nigga, I'm with it You couldn't fuck with the skills of the five foot And all it takes is a set to get your crew shook The fuck up, kid, your rap styles sucks I'm bustin' niggas like my first nut Should I pull the trigga? Huh, no question Bitch-ass nigga [Chorus] Nah, you don't want none Bitch-ass nigga Nah, you don't want none Bitch-ass nigga Nah, you don't want none Bitch-ass nigga Nah, you don't want none Bitch-ass nigga Nah, you don't want none Bitch-ass nigga Nah, you don't want none Bitch-ass nigga Nah, you don't want none Bitch-ass nigga Nah, you don't want none Bitch-ass nigga