Hi-Tek - Y'all Don't Wanna lyrics

Uh, sk**z Uh, Hi-Tek Yea VA yea, yo Yo, trust me y'all don't want none of me man You wanna discuss that sh** with your dog like the Son of Sam If I, run out of hustles, then I'm runnin a scam Spit some hot sh** to you that'll be numbin ya man Uh huh, I know what y'all n***as thinkin now "He was on TV with Missy, so how the f** he underground?" I rep my state from coast to coast Don't matter if I'm spittin with Nas or sippin with Mos I'm explainin sh** to y'all geeks I f**s with Timbaland cuz Timbaland got beats! And after Ghostwriter came out Y'all was b**hin and cryin, cuz I ain't put the names out Y'all still thinkin I was frontin And Puff cut a check so I ain't have to say nothin *Nah* These rap cats is fakin I'm jumpin in front of you and takin yours like a Secret Service agent Come on [Hook] (x2) Y'all don't wanna do that, mmm mmm Y'all don't wanna do that, uh uh You don't really wanna do that, mmm mmm Dog, you don't wanna do that, uh uh Yo, you know what hurts me even more? *What?* Male groupies when you out on tour *For real* Man, I thought I was gon flip Dude pa**ed the tape under the stall and I'm tryin to take a sh**! Man, this drama gotta stop Them the fools that you gotta watch Keep your tape, don't do me no favors Cuz when I tell you the truth, you gon call me a hater And chicks I came up with Be gettin mad cuz they can't get hit They be like, "That n***a Sk**z ain't sh**!" Huh, but you just spent some bills, to give Sk**s the sh**, didn't you? Mmm hmm That's funny These broads ain't stoppin my money *Uh uh* So if you manage to get close to me Think about what you gon say boo before approaching me Cuz see Chorus (x2) I rip mics til they torn When I walk, they think there's a strobe light on In ciphers I be straight up attacking Cats be like, "You ripped that sh** n***a!" Calm down, I was practicin Man y'all gotta be kiddin I got your CD, I did a lotta skippin like When I see you, you gon do a lotta b**hin While I'm on stage, spittin with a lotta n***as ad-libbin Man, y'all need to k** that I'm from B.A. n***a, where's it's goddamn real at Tracks I feel that And leave curfew(?) the streets So if you haters s**in yo teeth, then do it on beat Come on *teeth s**ing* I ain't new with the heat I'm in the booth with the flu and still chewin the beat I'm sonnin y'all like Father's Day Disrespect Pop and get popped like Marvin Gaye Cuz see Chorus (x4) Sk**z, B.A., Supafriendz