(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 



[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]