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Free Murder Really Want None

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

you smilin' down at all my enemies who wanna see me (six feet underground) {Ja Rule} {2x} Yea it's Murda Inc. Baby so what you want baby ain't none

Kanye West in brackets] My niggas is home I guess I got everything Everything I want (Lets go shopping dog, lets celebrate) But I don?t No matter how good it gets (Free

rising from his seat I shot that mother fucker down Mmmmmmmmmm Yeah Yeah Yeah "I have no free will", I sang As I flew about the murder Mrs. Richard Holmes, she screamed You really

band for a wrist band Got dough and had to switch plans Trouble still don't stop The freeway getting chased by some bad missies wanting autographed pictures (oohh) They want

not? Your old partners from the block Take and pop shots Trying to put my life to a stop Prepare for the murder spree Bustin' until I'm free of these

his album was crack And just like that, bam, the west coast was back I mean, homes did his numbers plus he had a lot to say Beefin' with Bleek and Buddens but he ain't want

full of wrist bands Got dough and had to switch plans Trouble still don't stop The freeway getting chased by some bad missies wanting autograph pictures (oohh) They want

From coast to coast to give up the ghost Understand it if you can You standin' in my way So peace out to the murdered family But it ain't really none