Snow Tha Product
You Don’t Really Want It
[Intro]
"Listen to me. Learn from me. I wasn't the best because I kill quickly. I was the best because the crowd loved me. Win the crowd and you'll win your freedom."
"I will win the crowd. I will give them something they've never seen before."
Automatik

[Verse 1: Jon Connor]
Look
I don't play games, homie, I ain't got time
'Specially when I do this for my homies that done got time (Yeah)
I'ma do this for the city, every hot line
Go to every block, every hood, every corner, every stop sign
I just wanna get it for the days that I was living in the hood
Wait a minute; I don't even know if you could call it living
Pay attention, 'cause at any given minute
You be chilling with your n***as and be witness to a killing, hold up
Grew up on the north side, north side
N***a to the fullest, I was quicker than a bullet
That was going past the window; it's all or nothing
So I'm coming for the crown, what the fuck you think I'm here for? (Real shit)
Make no mistake about it, fake shit I can't allow it
Trapped in this game, now I can't get out it
You want that real shit, and I feel the same about it
I was in the trenches just like you
Wondering how the fuck I'ma get through
I don't have a plan, but I know one thing:
Gotta get up out this motherfucker, and I can't lose
Eyes on the prize and I know I can't quit
Never gon' fail, so I'm on my shit
Gotta keep going, and I can't look back
Took on the world, now it's on my back, back
Back up, homie, don't act up
I'm from Fly City where this rap shit really ain't a factor
And when them killers on your back it make a
Ma'fuckin' backpacker pack up
On some other shit, them was the odds I was up against
So I ain't phased by none of this
'Cause in reality, I love that shit
For all the grinding I was doing, they ain't know who they was talkin' with
[Pre-Chorus: Chris Webby]
See, I've been on my
Hustle for a minute, now it's really time to get it
So it's only fair I'm letting them know that I'm a motherfucking
Animal, it's true, you don't want me coming for you
Just sit back and keep enjoying the show, 'cause yo

[Chorus: Chris Webby]
You don't really want it, nah, come and step to the floor
You already know, make it too cold with the microphone, I'm beast mode, better leave it alone
You don't really want it, nah, 'cause I came too far to stop
Regardless I’m off the wall, chip off the block, I’m a monster, watch bitch, better call the cops

[Verse 2: Snow Tha Product]
Um...
Welcome to the Hunger Games
You give up your whole life but get tons of fame
There's rappers who don't write but get companies
That's makin' offers for souls for a chuck of change
I got more profits than those, y'all so dumb to chase
But they pop off on a song, but they a punk today
Man, I got the Glock that I tote, make you tuck your chain
You see my pockets is gordo, you chubby chase?
I got a plot to take over the continent
While I'm over-thinking, all these bitches out here gossiping
I'ma take a spliff, take a hit, something monstrous
'Cause I really quit but I think I've been [?]
And all this bullshit and I'm sick of the politics
I'ma show you [?] really [?] but it's obvious
All of these hoes really want to just party and molly
And violence and bottles and popping and dropping
And opposite, that is just me, I'm here taunting 'em
All they admire is [?] and the guap and shit
Alternately, I think I'm gonna stop the gig
Talk to them, all bitches wearing this God-given
[?] confidence
I’m just some conscious shit, tryna make all y'all get y'all bitches
Hearing my shit but I'm not spitting anymore lessons
Man, do what you wish, I ain’t gon' stress it
Man, you finna get little Ms Snow from '08 where I spit
All about selling drugs and the things that I did
'Cause I done sold tapes, and I toured
And I ripped all these stages from East to the West
And these kids and these magazine covers just don't give a shit
What the fuck? You want Product? I'll give you a fix, this is it
[Pre-Chorus: Chris Webby]
See, I've been on my
Hustle for a minute, now it's really time to get it
So it's only fair I'm letting them know that I'm a motherfucking
Animal, it's true, you don't want me coming for you
Just sit back and keep enjoying the show, 'cause yo

[Chorus: Chris Webby]
You don't really want it, nah, come and step to the floor
You already know, make it too cold with the microphone, I'm beast mode, better leave it alone
You don't really want it, nah, 'cause I came too far to stop
Regardless I’m off the wall, chip off the block, I’m a monster, watch bitch, better call the cops

[Verse 3: Chris Webby]
C-Webby be carnivorous, bars rippin', shit
I'm the boss, people be calling me Sarge in this bitch
Make a mess, gotta keep a fucking tarp in the whip
As I keep evolving, just like Darwin predicts
So it's off with his head then I'm off with his chick
Keep it calm 'til I flip, then I'm off in this bitch
Fuck Dawn of the Dead
Shit, I got grown men hiding under their bed
Thinking that monsters exist (Ah)
Cooking up that East Coast dough
With a pad and a pen and the words that I wrote (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Every syllable and letter that's enclosed in the quotes
Are too complex for most folk, but you know
I'm a ghost in the booth, can't see me, though
Hard body with the flow: C3PO
Lost track of all the fucking Sour D we rolled
And so high, Major Tom can’t reach me, bro (Shh)
Yo, it's Major Tom and you don't really want it
So everyone can suck my dick without a condom on it
I'm just full of that chronic, gin no tonic
Couple capsules in my pocket
Know I'm gonna rock it, feeling so right
Going psychotic, they feeling my rhymes
Sipping Hpnotiq and I'm losing my mind
Roll back another time 'cause I'm just a...
Motherfucker with the coldest flow
CT to the Poconos, you better hold the phone
Before you leave with a broken nose
I'm so dope that I think I'm 'bout to overdose
So now I'm feelin' like I'm really 'bout to go the road
That ain't chose by most men, so I go alone
Into the dark side
How could I have sold my soul?
I never had one, bitch! Motherfucker, let's go!
[Pre-Chorus: Chris Webby]
See, I've been on my
Hustle for a minute, now it's really time to get it
So it's only fair I'm letting them know that I'm a motherfucking
Animal, it's true, you don't want me coming for you
Just sit back and keep enjoying the show, 'cause yo

[Chorus: Chris Webby]
You don't really want it, nah, come and step to the floor
You already know, make it too cold with the microphone, I'm beast mode, better leave it alone
You don't really want it, nah, 'cause I came too far to stop
Regardless I’m off the wall, chip off the block, I’m a monster, watch bitch, better call the cops