Free Murda, Sha-Cronz - Really Want None lyrics
[Free Murda, Sha-Cronz - Really Want None lyrics]
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)
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
If one of y'all niggas
Violate, I'm gonna creep
Y'all don't wanna beef
I'mma make the streets hot like a summer heat
Try to hand niggas 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 BK
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)
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
If one of y'all niggas
Violate, I'm gonna creep
Y'all don't wanna beef
I'mma make the streets hot like a summer heat
Try to hand niggas 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 BK