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I don't know, exactly I want

But if you ask, I'll say it's nothing

Cuz I need it...

The family, that is what you did for me

It's the most beautifullest thing

And girl, I need it...



[Free Murda:]

Girl, you see Free, cruising down Myrtle

Cutie with a booty, Murda want to Earth to you

Duty color Gucci, down to the first two

Get groovy in a kuffi, ma, don't want to hurt you

I want fire, I demand that purple

To make me get higher than the pants on Urkel

We listen to Mariah, play Kells when I work you

You heard my Oscar Meyer ring bells like church do

Watch I crash 'em, but not raw doggy dog

Pull out the Magnum, it gon' be a forty-four

Yo, I'm high as shit, toss up that Remy, ma

I hope you ride stick, ain't talking your rented car

Tired of my chips, going to the titty bar

I'd rather you in my whip, blowing through the city, ma

I'm like uh, give it to me shorty

Ain't nice like Santa, give it to me naughty



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[Free Murda:]

Trying to take you to that Montecarlo

Mavado, tell me that it's time to depart, yo

Out of N.Y., mami vene

Qui, it's me, mami can I

Rub on your skin like lotion, I'm open

Like a store in the morning, I'm home and

Right in my 36-36

E.V.'s is where the dirty miss, I need you

Raw and please you, I hope that it's lethal

Like me higher than a math sign, I hope we equal

Towards paparazzi, a 'killa cam' like Rico

Know I'm tryin' to get 'paid in full' off people

Like me, it's in the game, ma

On you like Tai Chi, even bought you a ring, ma

I don't sing, ma, but I rap

Your hips is like Busta, I make it clap



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[Free Murda:]

I wanna call you when I want to, see you when I need you

Ain't no other dude could treat you like Free do

Girl I'm cool, even gave you keys to

The AMG, come, hang with me

And we can smoke that la-la-la-la, like Jay-Z

I want me a ride or die, lady

Something like E-V-E, whoe'll hide the A.V.

In her purse, she ain't tired or lazy

Damn, you so fine, we can do dinner and sip on fine wine

I don't swing, girl, get that out your mind, a flat waistline

Let me hit that from behind, my style genuine

I'm a Brooklyn baby, bump and grind, have your hair

Looking crazy, I do that on the regular

Her milkshake make the boys wanna go to bed with her

Said alot of things that I wish I never said to her



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