You Don't Want It

[Intro: Big Daddy Kane & Prodigy]

Yeah, what up shot?

Ain't shit, my nigga, it’s that shit right here

Know how we do

Let me get some of that drank, what you got in that bag, nigga?

Allow me to emote

Yeah, let's spit some of that shit P

[Verse 1: Prodigy]

I know you want what's mine, get your own shit

I know you want my wife, get your own bitch, you hear?

Get your own, your own, ya heard?

Sex, drugs and money, but music come first

Without havin’ these beats, I would be lost

I can't write greatness to production that's garbage

Cold-hearted, I'm like, "Please get away from me

I don't want your bum life rubbin' off on me"

I'm picky than a female, I choose like a whore

I don't settle for less, fuck that, I want more

I’m the best rapper alive, them niggas lied to you

I decide who not to flip on and let ’em do they numbers

Yeah, come check my eyes out, come see

Give my power a test, I have you runnin' naked in the street

What’s beef? These niggas is cute

Puppy shit, talkin' that gangbang shit, I shoot

First dumb nigga with a light bulb over his head

You rather follow suit than get your money instead

I'm well-rounded, I'm not stuck on one thing

My painful life is very humbling, but

I’m well-rounded, so that bein' known

On my cocky shit, bitch, you could kick stones

I ain't pressed for love, I try really hard

But it's a two-way street, you ain't givin' back, I'm gone

[Chorus: Prodigy & Big Daddy Kane]

I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills

Peel on Ducatis and other four-wheels

Write a book full of medicine, it generate mills

Tour the album only for more sales

I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills

Peel on Ducatis and other four-wheels (Uh)

Write a book full of medicine (Uh-huh), it generate mills

Tour the album only for more sales

[Verse 2: Big Daddy Kane]

I'm tryna live my life in peace and harmony

The opposite of Andrew Lloyd, drama-free

But some of y'all be tryna play games constantly

But I recognize the shook ones, that's word to Prodigy

For sucker shit awards, y'all be first nominee

But quick to beat your chest and scream out ''I'm a G''

Where your loyalty lie and where your honor be?

On everything, I swear y'all niggas is comedy

My peeps often sleep walkin', no sheep walkin'

Reportin', aight nigga, keep talkin'

Vibes gettin' toxic 'cause y'all wanna pop shit

Tryna keep a nigga out the door, but I'm a locksmith

It's sad to see that y'all can't remain stable

Actin' like we ain't able to eat at the same table

They all trippin' like that bag ain't big enough

But the AR-15, that mag big enough, keep playin'

[Chorus: Prodigy]

I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills

Peel on Ducatis and other four-wheels

Write a book full of medicine, it generate mills

Tour the album only for more sales

I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills

Peel on Ducatis and other four-wheels

Write a book full of medicine, it generate mills

Tour the album only for more sales