A song tellin people what they want with this boy? Keep asking for it...ima give ya wat you deserve...Pretty Violent...
hiphop
rap
underground
punchline
dead broke
da gloves
round ii
Story behind the song
Haters...
Lyrics
[Chorus]
What you want with this boy? What you want wit this gangsta….
What you want? What you want? What you want huh….
If its beef you want? You can come and get-it…
Cuz ima let-it go til I see ya wit da medics…
I pay-a-round, to any faggit who wanna play-around//
And have they mothers finding they bodies in lost and founds//
I put caps on niggas heads, like they putting fitteds-on//
Cuz its cheerleading flicks, them too can “Bring-It-On”//
Start-my-mission, murder ya wit dart-precision//
Your whole fuckin fam be ona milk carton-missin//
Shut the fuck up before ya get a bad heart-condition//
Cuz trust I aint scared of ever being bared-in-prison//
So right nows a good time, make some smart-decisions//
Before you end up in soil at a graveyard-division//
You can talk all ya want, cuz my game-be-bustin//
Gats on cats crying rivers, like they name-be-justin//
Just one soft glare, my gun’ll blast off-there//
And leave stuck ina box like computer soft-ware//
Doughnuts got holes, that’s what cops eating in streets//
So I put one in P.O.’s cuz they say you are what you eat//
And believe im still packing up heat//
The only difference this time, is my shit aint even seen by military elite//
What you want with this boy? What you want wit this gangsta….
What you want? What you want? What you want huh….
If its beef you want? You can come and get-it…
Cuz ima let-it go til I see ya wit da medics…
Wit da medics, yeh nigga that’s right I said-it//
Fuck slitting a throat, I’ll leave your bitch ass beheaded//
Make sure all that shit talk you speakin is regretted//
Cuz when I take a shot at you, I nuffin but net-it//
See me round da block, it leads to car-chases//
And when I catch ya ass, you’ll get more holes then scarfaces//
One hit of my shit, eyes be chingy like sars-faces//
Cuz my sticky get “nuttier” then porn stars-faces//
Do me wrong? A graveyard is all-you-on//
Cuz you’ll be dodging “barrels” like Mario in donkey-kong//
Try now? Matter fact, rock-me-later//
Or at least until I have your face off like a hockey-player//
What you want with this boy? What you want wit this gangsta….
What you want? What you want? What you want huh….
If its beef you want? You can come and get-it…
Cuz ima let-it go til I see ya wit da medics…
So ya heard bout punch, and what im packin is good//
I make yellow tape the main attraction in ya hood//
Shots past ya ear, im quicker wit the nine-man//
Your boys saying “can you hear me now?” more then verizon//
Your style get run-through, man, whatever it come-too//
Cuz your just a disguised pussy, like a cat ina jumpsuit//
And I don’t give a fuck, get outta my presence//
Or flames be over ya head like ya part of nine eleven//
So yeh im pullin the nine, but I leave you wit seven//
I’ll have you at a church, but it wont be for no wedding//
It’ll be ina casket, after getting your ass-kicked//
I puff and don’t pass-it, til my brain gone drastic//
That’s right bitch, fuckin pre-warning…punchline…what you want huh???