Niggas Don't Want It Lyrics - Benzino

[Intro: Benzino] 

Niggas don't want it 

These niggas don't want it 

Niggas don't want it 

[Benzino] 

Benzino.. take your best shot 

[Chorus: Benzino] 

Niggas don't want it 

These niggas don't want it 

These niggas don't want it... 

Niggas don't want it 

These niggas don't want it 

Niggas don't want it 

[Benzino] 

Ashtray for the roaches 

Shift up V-12 ferocious 

In the 6, big gats and hostess 

Beneath city lights, niggas get ready 

Make sure you hold your gun right, shoot steady 

Stop shakin, betta bust that nigga 

Feel the rush when you squeeze that trigga 

You only get one chance, one opportunity 

Take your best shot - nigga get through to me 

The war's on once again, ground zero 

Made Men, let's take it to the end 

When the smoke clears - I be the only one left 

Fight niggas to the death, you can't win 

Understand me Lord, forgive me for my sins 

Benzino.. been killin.. been stealin.. 

Been sellin.. niggas stop tellin.. 

Been robbin.. been shockin.. been rockin.. 

I blow up spots - Fuck bin Laden! 

Can't you understand real niggas don't die? (Niggas don't want it) 

Just light a candle up in the middle of July 

Anybody pop shit and don't want to die... 

I know the reason why... 

[Chorus w/ variations] 

[Benzino] 

Er'body run for they life, take cover 

I rip mics unlike no other 

Rosary and wife beater's, ice grill 

Cowards show heaters, but don't want to kill 

Bitch tight for real, what the deal? 

How you gonna wanna go the whole 9... 

When you scared to hold a 9? 

9 o' clock come you got 15 minutes 

7 days away dogg, gotta get in it (Niggas don't want it) 

I ain't backin up from nobody, no crew 

No man - especially not you 

You ain't ready for the big game 

Clothesline that bitch, make him know my name 

I'm going deep like Moss 

Make you pay a high price if you don't know the cost 

Ain't nothin I'd kill for a cause 

Stay high, steady ride ill cars 

Burn that hash, brizza roll that weed 

Let me show you why these fake cats don't know me 

Hangmen hang 'em high, hold fire, til you see the white's in they eye 

The enemy's at the gate, on the front line 

It gets ugly when I go for mine 

Grab the microphone, spread the prophecy 

Go and tell your hood, your people ain't stoppin me 

More, he's up to no good, stop watching me 

This year, my year just watch and see, motherfucker 

[Chorus 2.5x w/ variations & Benzino ad libs]