, cuz these lames on my dick Me, Free Murda, shorts with the slippers on White tee, fitted on, Fort Greene, get it on Me, Free Murda, shorts with the
And let me take these young boys to school Knowhatimean, Division... [Hook: Free Murda] This F-R Double E, out of curse I'm still Lil' Free, but Murda
[Intro: Free Murda] Yeah, yeah, uh-huh Fort Greene, Brooklyn, Bedstuy F.R. Double E, Murda Yeah.. Murda, check it... [Free Murda:] Check it, as I, step
[Intro: Free Murda] Yeah.. Free Murda, Brooklyn Uh-huh, what, check-two Uh-huh, mic check, three Uh-huh, check four, uh-huh [Free Murda:] Dude like
Chorus x4: Free Murda] When I say 'don't get danced on', I don't mean the dance floor We put feets and hands on, (you and your man, boy) [Free Murda:]
sick and tired Chorus: I wanna be free from this ball and chain and Be free from this life of pain and be free from this ball and chain I wanna be free
Verse 1: (Prodigy) You's a notebook crook, with loose sleave beef a backseat criminal that pass the heat to somebody that blast the heat Man, it sound
[Havoc] Aiyyo P man, it's that shit! That real shit!That's comin back around And we've been on it.. for a long time now! You know who started this
Yeah.. yeah.. aight?Motherfuckers! Bitch-ass niggaz, faggots Come through nigga... YO! [Havoc] I creep on the tippy-toe, surprisin the enemy And
[Havoc] Bang your head, squeeze the four to this Get bent, bag a whore to this - good girl, metamorphise it That's you? Oh my bad, little shorty a freak
[Havoc] Won't stop 'til the casket drop The shit don't pop, better believe I have that work on the block With my left on the hammer, the other on a knot
man business, y'all niggaz so childish I'm in the cut, analyzin while you fools is wildin Pickin my mark, and I'ma clap my heat off the grip Murder so
It's a celebration y'all, let's do it Yeah, y'all, bounce, yeah, bounce Yeah aight? Aiyyo Cats like, "Hav', what the deal Dunn?" Nigga back on his grind
ll be the shit i kick that'll tear ya apart Fear no man my plan is to get on top Cop a drop straight cash off the lot we got Murda one rap music abusing
like [Verse 2 - Prodigy] Like I said Come through busting the gauge Huffing and puffing the haze Merck something for real I'm stuck in my ways Down for the murder
They don't know what beef is, these niggaz better chill See I'm cool - unless I have to merk something Then that's when I [Voice Talking] shoot em'up And murder
[ CHORUS ] [ Kool G Rap ] Yo, if you make a lotta cream and don't share them stacks [ Prodigy ] Yeah, it ain't where you from, it's where you at I know
[Chorus 2x: Dog] Niggaz in the club, get it poppin', why not? Bag a little chick, spend a little, if she's hot When you in the guts, be sure to hit the