Don't You Want Me (A Tribute to Savage) (Italo Dance Edit)

歌詞

[Intro: U-God] Motherfucker, you don't know me, motherfucker I be gettin' down for a long time, bitch I be gettin' money since '88 My gun been going off, I been doing mad shit in the streets My history is swell, motherfucker That's why I can talk this shit, for real This is real nigga shit, and motherfuckers know My name ring bells in jail, bitch, what? [Chorus: U-God] You don't have a chance, you don't want to dance My gun goes blam, you don't want to dance with a gangsta You don't understand, niggaz ain't playin' First time around, I come back swinging You and your mans, you better just scram My gun goes blam, you don't want to dance with a gangsta You don't understand, niggaz ain't playin' Fuck around now, I come back sprayin' [U-God] Your gun cry tears of lead, one in the head High grain, rhino shell, dum-dums, tear you to shreds The armor piercin' slug shit, scare off the feds Kid, I'm that fearsome, my hammer's a sled Pledge allegience to my conquest, prepare for the bomb fest Right and left connect like twin jumbo jets I can feel the blood bubblin', under your flesh I'm coming down here rollin' in my snowball effect Put sugar in your ears and sweet talk you to death My voice alone, don't have to force you for sex Pop an ecst', get jumped off, the madness all in me Flushed out my kidney's, with a half pint of Remy Dust off the semi', with the speed of the centipede Move on my enemy, and clear the vicinity Feel my energy inside tearin' out Clear it out, flame thrower's airin' out, baby [Chorus] [U-God] Come get a glimpse, the magnificent pimp Leave your face prints stiff, and graved in cement Invent the daily manuscript, return of the dragon fist You pissed? Then seek anger management Cuz my cannon kick back, with a gangsta metal Went right through your rib rack, and kissed the devil From the slang, now your brain is a twisted pretzel In the empty hallway, you can hear the echo Don't get petro', U-Godzilla stomped in the metro Get wild like techno, collect the dough For wreck, the side ball and better check your hoe Don't get mad, cowboy, just respect my glow Just another episode, powerful breath control Explodes in your ear, you can't hear me in death mode In retrospect, you best Protect Ya Neck Or get slapped the fuck up, by my next cassette, hear me? [Chorus] [U-God] This - is - the - warrior's anthem Pose, in the pictures with the golden guns, handsome Phantom of the opera, frantic in the mansion The head banger boogie got 'em dancin' in the Hamptons You panickin', one strike, get murdered up quick And the mic's my life, and I'm surgical with this Swift and wreckless, smoke blunts for breakfast Master the game, this is chess, not checkers Feel me? Bone collector, just, vision my art In the darkness, vulture's come and, pick you apart One rusty steel spike pierce, straight through the heart I bleed for my Clan, don't let 'em, break us apart Strong as Noah's Ark, in the Biblical age Still, holdin' the Clan, in it's critical stage Engage in combat, beyond shadows of doubt Wu-Tang claim supremacy, son, I'm airin' out [Chorus] [Outro: U-God] Yo, man, if you was real, nigga You would say niggaz names, man You ain't real dude, man, stop playing, man You scared of niggaz, niggaz is runnin' with yo fuckin' name You ain't doing shit, bitch, worry about your own shit Talkin' about niggaz can't talk this shit Fuck, I've been doing this, nigga I don't know what the fuck you talking about Take over projects, and set up shop, quick fast