Y'All Don't Want It
Lil' Flip Lyrics


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(feat. Jim Jones)
Lil' Flip, Jim Jones [repeat 4X]

[Chorus: Lil' Flip - repeat 2X]
Why'all don't want it with us, why'all don't want it with us
Why'all don't want it with us (Clover Gs!)
Why'all don't want it with us, why'all don't want it with us
Why'all don't want it with us (Dip Set!)

[Verse 1: Lil' Flip]
This sixteen bars of my brain, I show my scars through my pain
I write my bars on the plane, I bring my boys on the plane
There's nothing like it, I swear
Can't no other rappers compare
Cause I can spit it or write it
Just admit it, you like it
I'm the hottest around
Niggaz know how I get down
But this ain't Making The Band
I'm tired of shaking your hand
I got the piece to the puzzle, I'm on the streets when I hustle
I got the heat with the muzzle, Okay (Okay)
You think you know it all, but I proove to show it all
When I move, you get one shot, hope you don't blow it, dog
Don't bite the hand that feeds you
You just a lukewarm, bookworm nigga and believe me, I can read you
I'm tired of snakes and rats, I'm moving forward, you pacing back
While I'm in N.Y. collaborating, blazing tracks
You gotta face the fact, I got the only platinum plaque
I did it well, even when I'm gone, my shit'll sell

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
Just let my movement protrude (Dips)
Or we will move on you dudes (Fuckers)
And you niggaz that's beefin, okay I'll chew you like food (Yummy)
Don't get Houston confused (No)
Cause they music is screwed (Purple)
They ain't slow for a second, cause they sippin on lean
They will roll up with weapons, the four-fifth and the beam (Boom!)
Get you tore up, we stretch 'em, you talk shit to my team (R.I.P.)
We controllin' our section, raw shit for the fiends (I'll smack you)
The boys controllin' my section, cause we gettin' that cream (Squalie!)
And we roll in Rovers, iced out birds and frozen clovers (Blingin!)
You know I'm smokin dozers, with that thing I roll with soldiers (East Side!)
So if you want it fam, you'll get it fam, I'll hit you man (Unnh)
And when I grip that blam, POP! POP! POP!, Dip Set the fam

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lil' Flip]
I'm ready to let you have it
Glocks and automatics
I put them in your chest
You shoulda wore your vest
Cause we comin to your house
With the forty cals
Dumpin twenty five rounds
Now bitch, lay it down
[Jim Jones]
So when we pull up to clubs, they say we known for the brawlin
And all these bottles I'm poppin, it's uncontrollable ballin
Straight from the projects, I'm still cased up with charges
It only takes me three seconds to straight spray out a cartridge
I'm prepared for the streets, and I ain't scared of police
You know my gangstas ride out, we know to fliz with them heats
We cop cars with them spinners, I be in Texas for breakfast
Sippin' on Purple and Sprite and back in Harlem for dinner





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Lil' Flip featuring The Diplomats's "Y'All Don't Want It" featuring The Diplomats is a combination of hard-hitting verses that show off the rappers' skills and confidence. In the chorus, Lil' Flip repeatedly asks why others do not want to mess with them. Both Lil' Flip and Jim Jones use their verses to flaunt their success, their crew, their ability to fight, and their disregard of the law. Lil' Flip's verse talks about his experience and success in the music industry, while Jim Jones boasts about his crews' skill and their capacity to fight back.


Furthermore, Lil' Flip's lyrics have an element of disdain towards those who do not appreciate his music, using the line "you think you know it all, but I prove to show it all." It can also be interpreted as a challenge to other rappers, daring them to try and top him. Meanwhile, Jim Jones delivers lyrics that showcase his street credibility, such as his experience with the law and his ties to gang life.


Overall, "Y'All Don't Want It" is a song that displays the confidence and pride of Lil' Flip, Jim Jones, and the Diplomats. It's a classic example of a rap anthem, as the lyrics are used to assert the power and skill of the artists.


Line by Line Meaning

Why'all don't want it with us, why'all don't want it with us
We're confident that we're superior to our adversaries and they don't want to face us in any sort of competition.


This sixteen bars of my brain, I show my scars through my pain
I put my heart and soul into my music and expose my emotional struggles through it.


I write my bars on the plane, I bring my boys on the plane
I use air travel as an opportunity to work on my craft and bring my friends along for the ride.


Can't no other rappers compare, Cause I can spit it or write it
I am confident in my abilities as a versatile rapper who can both freestyle and pen lyrics.


Just admit it, you like it
Even if my opponents won't acknowledge it, I know they secretly enjoy my music.


Niggaz know how I get down, But this ain't Making The Band
My reputation precedes me as a talented performer, but I don't need a reality show to prove myself.


I got the piece to the puzzle, I'm on the streets when I hustle, I got the heat with the muzzle
I am successful in my street endeavors and always prepared for conflict.


You think you know it all, but I proove to show it all, When I move, you get one shot, hope you don't blow it, dog
My skills and talent speak for themselves, and my opponents will only get one chance to impress before they're overshadowed.


Don't bite the hand that feeds you, You just a lukewarm, bookworm nigga and believe me, I can read you
Don't be ungrateful for the opportunities presented to you, and don't underestimate my intelligence.


I'm moving forward, you pacing back, While I'm in N.Y. collaborating, blazing tracks
I am constantly progressing in my career while my opponents are lagging behind, and I am always working on new music.


And we roll in Rovers, iced out birds and frozen clovers
We ride in expensive luxury cars adorned with jewelry and diamonds.


It only takes me three seconds to straight spray out a cartridge
I am skilled and deadly with my weapon, able to quickly discharge a magazine.


I'm prepared for the streets, and I ain't scared of police
I am accustomed to the dangers of the streets and don't fear law enforcement.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: JOSEPH JONES, WESLEY WESTON, JUAN CARLOS JR. SALINAS, OSCAR EDWARD SALINAS

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