[Intro]
You don't want none of it, none of it
You know we come wit it, come wit it
Go get your guns and clips, guns and clips
Give them their punishment, punishment
(Kill who we wanna kill, bust who we wanna bust)
(Steal what we wanna steal, fuck who we wanna fuck)
[Verse 1: Livio]
Eh yo, I need a mic, I kick rhymes at the speed of light
I'm a different person everyday, I wonder who I be tonight
I got split personalities for niggas that try to challenge me
I make 'em walk through galleries and get on they nerves like allergies
I make 'em burn calories, I make 'em earn salaries
Livio, I'm the one, I make rappers call me Your Majesty
I'm blindin' ya eyesight, I feel like I been alive twice
The SOURCE can't even deny this deserves more than five mics
My style is hard, if ya bite me, you'll be chippin' ya tooth
As soon as I get in the booth, niggas witness the truth
I hit ya hard and tell Bizarre to get me the Proof
You niggas might be dyin' to win, but ya livin' to lose
I'm givin' you clues, you already forgettin' the news
I came to make ya feet stank and take a shit in ya shoes
Now, I got two niggas wit me, but you'll hear what I said first
I'll make ya head burst and keep it rollin' like Fred Durst *(Keep rollin', rollin')*
If you got a live album, I'll turn it into a dead verse
I go berserk 'cause of the way my brain networks
No matter where ya at, you do it here, do it there
Ain't nothin' jockin' you niggas but a little bit of pubic hair, mothafucka
You don't want none of it, none of it
You know we come wit it, come wit it
Go get your guns and clips, guns and clips
Give them their punishment, punishment
(Kill who we wanna kill, bust who we wanna bust)
(Steal what we wanna steal, fuck who we wanna fuck)
[Verse 1: Livio]
Eh yo, I need a mic, I kick rhymes at the speed of light
I'm a different person everyday, I wonder who I be tonight
I got split personalities for niggas that try to challenge me
I make 'em walk through galleries and get on they nerves like allergies
I make 'em burn calories, I make 'em earn salaries
Livio, I'm the one, I make rappers call me Your Majesty
I'm blindin' ya eyesight, I feel like I been alive twice
The SOURCE can't even deny this deserves more than five mics
My style is hard, if ya bite me, you'll be chippin' ya tooth
As soon as I get in the booth, niggas witness the truth
I hit ya hard and tell Bizarre to get me the Proof
You niggas might be dyin' to win, but ya livin' to lose
I'm givin' you clues, you already forgettin' the news
I came to make ya feet stank and take a shit in ya shoes
Now, I got two niggas wit me, but you'll hear what I said first
I'll make ya head burst and keep it rollin' like Fred Durst *(Keep rollin', rollin')*
If you got a live album, I'll turn it into a dead verse
I go berserk 'cause of the way my brain networks
No matter where ya at, you do it here, do it there
Ain't nothin' jockin' you niggas but a little bit of pubic hair, mothafucka
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