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(feat. ShaCronz) [Chorus: Free Murda] I don't know what, y'all want from me I'm getting high, ain't gonna hide when y'all come for me You know death got no company When I die, you gon' catch me with that gun on me Y'all don't really, really, want none Y'all don't really, really, really, really, want none (yeah) Y'all don't really, really, want none Y'all don't really, really, really, really, want none (yeah) [Free Murda] Blow and scheme, but back off me, you got no CREAM Something like Black Coffee, stay with the mack on me Caught me at fucked up time, drunk And I'm on flip mode, ain't talking bout what Busta Rhymes, chump And you smell this 'yac on me, and I'm like Batman I'm try'nna get this cat off me Before them boys holla something up, and it's the end of the year Them boys try'nna get a collar like a button up Niggaz too rowdy, the gat gon' leave it cloudy Then I disappear, like that car, I'm Audi Don't say shit about me, unless it's out loudly And I'm proudly saying to y'all, don't ever doubt me Songtexte[Chorus] [ShaCronz] If one of y'all niggaz violate, I'm gonna creep, y'all don't wanna beef I'mma make the streets hot like a summer heat Try to hand niggaz a plate, but they ain't wanna eat It's too late, I'm giving out wakes for whoever wanna sleep And I'm not soft, I got a glock four, layin' in my sock drawer I don't talk; I pop off Shoot that talk later, I'm the 'truth' like that ball player I got Prada shoes, all flavors When the fifth cock, nigga, don't reach Tryin' get shy like a kid who won't speak We spray, I'm from the PJ's, out of town, or on the freeway But we leaving the crown in B.K. [Chorus x2] Aus Songtexte Mania