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Livio Udontwantnun Here are the song lyrics for Udontwantnun by Livio. For more excellent Livio lyrics, run a search! Typed by: jay_beezy_b_ez@hotmail.com [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)]
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