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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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