Artist: Ill Knob f/ Bad Azz, Daz Dillinger Album: For the Streets, Vol. 1 Song: Don't Want None Typed by Davida.b. [Intro: Bad Azz] Uh yeah, uh, Bad Azz, come on, uh Rock The World, come on Thug with me, thug with me, come on What, yeah, we up in it, come on, what, uh, ya'll know, ya'll know, come on It's automatic, come on, I cock back, come on [Bad Azz] I rock, cock back, heavy calibur, with the hollow tips All out, fully automatic, hard to swallow shit Lock down spots like the cops when it's hot Cops got my spot locked down, somebody shot Hot blocks to sell rocks like how could somebody not Niggas is getting shot and knocked, this shit don't stop It's on around the clock, power, pills and pot Pimping and prostitution, there's proper paper alot Popping pussy is politics, pussy is plenty paper The permanent profession of prostitutes and players Powerful propositions from powerful positions Pop your collar and proceed with this motherfucking pimping nigga [Chorus 4X: Daz Dillinger] Here we come, best run, spitting dumb dumbs Slugs at you thugs, ya'll really don't want none (Here we are) [Daz Dillinger] It's a smooth thang, that's how we move thangs Automatic weapons and niggas how we move thangs With a gage that'll connect and blow your back out That's when you drop dead, that's when you black out Scidaddle, tat, niggas prepare for the battle Blast at him a couple of times Niggas run scattered Into the battlefield, that's how we battle here Gages and blue rags, pistols, that's how we battle fear Come along drastically, had to be forcing you ??? not to gag Pulling pistols to your motherfucking brain Niggas say that you be whoopin niggas with a striz-ap Tell me who could it be, that retaliation and get back Shit, having some problems? Have a problem nowadays Gotta get riches with it in order to get paid See I'm the freshest of the freshest, manifest it, manifest it But nevertheless, I manifested The scrilla man, make a nigga do thangs Ch-bloa, simple as that, turn the powder to crack Got my fortune stacked into the cul de sac And you know that's exactly where the gangstas at motherfucker [Chorus 4X] [Ill Knob] Ayo, it's too hot, my bullet oohwop, take a two drop We bounce on your whole squad homie like my nigga Doo Wop They bitches, fill them with holes, put them in ditches And snitches getting stitches, stop taking pictures We thug it out, bug them out, beat the case, drug it out And getting beef, slug it out, your powers off, the plug is out Ya'll niggas running, homie, you don't really want it Nigga we make the first page, don't put your picture on it Nigga, we do em dirty like Ike, Tina Turner Like situation risky, show em what the burner like And back em off dun, smack em off dun Nigga this Klick Ga Blow, Knob is not a soft one Up in the north, give the interview to Source Tell them about the boss, and all the niggas that he lost Shit is hectic, thug life, please don't disrespect it Expect the unexpected and be protected, nigga [Chorus 4X]