Testi Soundtracks :: D

(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 2X]