Livio Udontwantnun Lyrics

Udontwantnun Lyrics

f/ D-12







[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 one: 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



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







[chorus]



Niggas can't fuck wit me



And you niggas is stuck wit me



D-12 is up wit me



And you niggas can't fuck wit me



(2X)







*2nd time background voice says*



Kill who we wanna kill, bust who we wanna bust



Steal what we wanna steal, fuck who we wanna fuck







[verse two: Bizarre]



Marchin' 90 ghosts, gold roast, plus plaque



You laid on ya back, Bizarre overreacts



Bitches and ballers, I'm stickin'



Give you a 2-piece like Kentucky Fried Chicken



From Seattle to Detroit, I gets gully



I beat a bitch's ass who swear to God I'm Huggy



You wanna fight? Let's throw up



Ask Three-6 Mafia about the clubs we done tore up



Bizarre come through wit a street cleaner



You see so much Blood, you'd swear you was in Pasadena



Battle? I'll run through ya crew



Mad 'cause you ain't out like Playstation 2



Detroit, what?! You dealin' wit a fuckin' nut



Fuck ya grandmother in the butt, call her a dirty slut



You wanna battle? Skidaddle!



'Cause you ain't needed like Patrick Ewing in Seattle







[chorus: (2X)]



[verse three: Proof]



I spit flames, Dirty Harry's the nickname



Kidnap sluts and feed 'em crack like Rick James



Neighborhood Spiderman, hype off Vicaden



And generic vitamins snypin' through a rifle lens



At ya church at who recitin' them triflin' Bible kins



Then gank the Billy Blanks for his rank and tae-bo gyms



Come hard when I write, wit slugs slide viagara



Make you fall like Niagra, marvelous is haggler



The bad batter that smash matter



Make your chin a glass shatter, ya moms, I'll blast at her



I'm a glock holder born in October



A pot smoker that was high when I shot Oprah



My cradle was knocked over, I'm not sober



Bumpin' Biggie Smalls, run by wit two of Tupac's posters



Proof and Livio love to spit a flow



Make ya Faces of Death out ya next video







[verse four: Livio]



Yo, pass the mic and watch me come off fast as light



They love to hear what I say when they got questions, they ask me twice



I answer once, I don't spit rhymes to rhyme to



I spit shit so you could tell when you bein' lied to



I don't wanna be lied to, so I got nothin' to ask a liar



Why even bother wit a man that make 'em suck like pacifiers?



So pass the fire, fa sho, I drop the guillotine, fa sho, I got the killa
green



That shit that make me look like I'm from the Phillipines



I'm talkin' chinky-eyed, I'll make a man scream so loud everyone think he
died



I'll cut off four of his fingers and let his pinky slide



And take him deep down under, I mean it, brotha



I'll jam you up like peanut butter



And shine ya ass up till I make ya fart replenish



I'll make ya heart diminish



I take you start to finish, I plan on gettin' high as a cloud



As soon as I break apart the spinach, yooo...



You don't want beef wit me, my beef is heavy enough to break ya dish



When you see me, make a wish 'cause I'm a leave you wet as a fish



I ain't the type to tell 'em twice, Livio, let 'em learn



They treatin' rap like doorknobs, and lettin' everyone get a turn



Let the air hit emcees, be a part of hip-hop



Man, you niggas couldn't rap if you worked at a giftshop



Fuck you, fuck you, uh... mothafucka!







[chorus: (6X)]