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Free Murder I Don T Know

a ring, ma I don't sing, ma, but I rap Your hips is like Busta, I make it clap [Chorus] [Free Murda:] I wanna call you when I want to, see you when I

? off the elms nigga I ain't big on lick cause I ain't been to the motherland Here I stand grown ass man Gun in my hand I don't fear no man FLOCKA! [

ain't never been a bitch he ain't never been no hoe Don't know how to be a broad don't know how to be a mark I put the rubbers on cause it just turn

if I wasn't high, I'd pull your motherfucking brains out murderer [Hook] [Z-Ro:] Everyday I label my loot, leaving you ladies lonely I don't love pussy, I

with twenties and dimes Lil' mama I feel your pain, trying to get ahead Don't let that be the reason, with 24 hour open legs I know life, is hard nosed

I don't know why motherfuckers up in my face bumping they gums. Lately.. (*Talks*)All that gum, and then he said here (*Sings*)I don't know why motherfuckers

Will I go crazy, I don't know The pain is fucking with me lately, but it don't show I can't let it faze me, cause I can't stop I'm more than just a ghetto

at the Past at New Orleans Together, everyday all day shot calling together, but now I'm only rolling solo Don't get it twisted I still got love for my niggaz, but I don't

don't think we even love eachother Gorilla till I die for real murdered by my right hand man Or prosecuted by the white man's hand I don't think I'm