Prim0s - Even If They Don't Want It... (feat. MyGuy FlyRy & Eugene Miranda)

Even if they don't want it, I'mma give it to them anyway
Several different styles, I can serve it to you many ways
Step up on this mic, you'll get slayed, that's on any day
I gotta get paid, give me the loot, that's what Biggie say
Even if you try, jackin got a style, you can't duplicate
Go against us dudes, you gon' lose, that's on any day
Too many flows, I'm a pro, all they do is hate
No money, no problems, well take that, that's what Diddy say
I do it for the love of the sport, and I don't need no fame
I'm happy with some pocket change, some jewels and a lot of chains
Just need my family straight with lots of space
Boats docked off the lake, pool house by the water
Jet skis for my son, convertibles for my daughter
Wifey on silk pillow sets with lots of baguettes
Lifestyle is luxury, wrist look like sex
Paradise when I use my mind, baby, all I do is rhyme
I was just wasting time till I found the will to grind
Told you all I need is time and I was finna see you shine
Took that uncut and we whipped it raw
Cooked it till we saw no flaws, left these rappers locked jawed
Even if they don't want it, I'ma give it to them anyway
Several different styles, I can serve it to you many ways
Step up on this mic, you'll get slayed, that's on any day
I gotta get paid, give me the loot, that's what Biggie say
Even if you try, jackin got a style, you can't duplicate
Go against us dudes, you gon' lose, that's on any day
Too many flows, I'm a pro, all they do is hate
No money, no problems, well take that, that's what Diddy say
Take that, but get back, cause the them boys don't' play that
Come and spray at where you lay at like them boys wit A's hats
No regards for life, niggas out here livin' trife
You dudes cook food like the stove and I'ma bring the spice
Aunty still in the hood, but she livin' good
Fam down in Inglewood, yeah we wish a nigga would
This the way of life, flashin' lights
But be careful cause they'll take your life
Feds'll come and give you life
Best friends'll come and cuff your wife
Sure you wanna roll them dice
For the cheese, niggas turn to mice
For your head, it's a cheap price
You'll be skating on thin ice
Be sure you wanna take that ride
Even if they don't want it, I'ma give it to them anyway
Several different styles, I can serve it to you many ways
Step up on this mic, you'll get slayed, that's on any day
I gotta get paid, give me the loot, that's what Biggie say
Even if y'all ain't want it, we just brought it to you anyway
My niggas out here hungry, tryna snatch food off your dinner plate
Eugene Miranda, Ry, just like Em and Jay, some renegades
The power ruler, I, master O's, niggas love to hate
Green light, God cypher, my words my bond
Mad volatile style, my shit's the bomb
Louisville sluggin' niggas, we hittin' strong
Comin' with more hits than Dr. Dre and Dee Barnes
That shit was wrong, but I got that fuck it in my system
My money long, so I reinvest, can't stop the mission
Third eye open, I catch what other cats is missin
Sometimes you gotta open your eyes to truly listen
Eugene Miranda, a name that you need to know
Fresh to death, head to toe, cool as an Eskimo
Show up with beef, you gon' leave as a vegetable
You say you got the heart, but I know you ain't got the testicles
Bullets hit your mask, point blank, and split your vest in two
Whoever got you fuckin' with me, don't want the best for you
Chill, cuz
And remember, nigga, I am not a rapper like the rest of you

Written by:
Kelvin Whyms, Ryan Green

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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