Really Want None Free Murda (Ft. Sha-Cronz)

[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
Niggas 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]