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[Intro: Free Murda] Check, one-two, ya'll Yeah, Fort Green, uh-huh, check RZA Rah, beat, uh-huh Rest In Peace Dirt McGirt, yea Uh-huh, Wu... yeah... turn my mic up Brooklyn, stand up, yeah, check [Free Murda:] Nigga apoligizing when I creep through lanes Paralyzing, have 'em numbing in some lethal 'caine Leave holes the size of P clothes, man, in your pete coat lane In the streets, they call me 'free cocaine' Niggas say he got the magnum, never see those things Niggas say he got platinum, only see gold chains Clapping in between those frames, nerve ass nigga Throw 'em right under the wing, bird ass nigga Only time you get dap, is when you mob deep Only time ya'll niggas is strapped, is to the car seat Pap-pap, through the back, go through ya heart beat Now you niggas gettin' toe-tagged, chalk on the concrete [Chorus x2: Free Murda] Yeah, make you sit there, in that wheelchair My niggas don't care, please don't stare I know you won't dare, to do a thing like that Letras de cancionesGet that shit clear; yeah, nigga, yeah [Free Murda:] Disrespect a stick-up, I melt they hair Have they head lit-up like the bottom of L.A. Gears You shouldn't get that Pele hair, your heart racing I could look at them, and tell they scared, they start shaking I could smell they fear, they arms stinking When they put they hand in the air, they palms facing Right towards me, with my heat like this Sideways to his head, make him leak like a piss Coming sideways, you dead, on your cheek you'll get kissed And that's cold, you can even bet ya heat on this Mami told me not to beat on chicks, now it's hard to touch these hoe ass niggas Without police in my biz [Chorus x2] [Free Murda:] Niggas need to knock it off, 'fore I let the object off Right on the project courts, glock in a Roc valor Like a cork I pop it off, judge wanna see us in jail So they knocked Cochran off, point a finger, chop it off Even though I'm hot and all, still let the rocket off Whole team is soft, like a big bag of cotton balls I shoot accurate, shells speed racing for these faggots That's backwards, and don't know who they facing Keep getting slitted, make that hard face better When I give you more stitches than that Scarface leather My dick get kisses, cuz the God make cheddar Blow my shit like wishes, I want long face Heather [Chorus x2] From Letras Mania