[Intro: Free Murda]

Yeah, uh-huh, yea

Brooklyn, Fort Greene

Division, check.. check..

What? Huh.. Division



[Chorus: Free Murda]

No, ya'll ain't never gon' take this money

Ya'll ain't never gon' take this from me

Tuck in my waist, you can make shit ugly

Pop in ya face, if you think shit funny

Ya'll ain't never gon' take this money

Ya'll ain't never gon' take this from me

Broads they like, on sight

Or we can get it on tonight



[Free Murda:]

The thing to your mouth, you can't risk, can't flip

Tried to get me canned like Manwich

You ain't gotta leave, but you gotta get out of 'here' like dandruff

Fuck around and get that little head all bandaged

The fuck off, once I drive the truck, up the ave.

Buck off your cast, now you can't move

Stucked up the ave., didn't tell ya mans move

Bust off that cash, then moved to Cancun

I want that whole ave., give this man room

Get into you get something you can't do

Get you out of here, then we out of here, breeze off

In that Roc-A-Wear valor, pop ya hair, for sure

Laying in the dirt, be getting a lot of fans on tour

My niggas take blaze, because the PJ's taught

Clap a nigga, he gon' 'play the station' like EA sports

It ain't a game, yo, how I just let that thang go



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[Free Murda:]

Why that nigga Tone, watching 106 & Park

I'm on the block, til it turn 106 in the park

I'm out in my 1-06, that's parked

On Park Ave., smoking one whole spliff that's charmed

One whole clip that bark is all I need

And a nigga like Free, quick to lay you with chalk

My whole click got c-notes that they can lay in

Free ain't Benzino, but he 'made men'

I have nigga round ya way with macks, boy

I have you surrounded with chalk like black boards

My niggas clap, not on them back boards

Roll up like the Texans, in black Fords

Gats towards ya Honda Accord

Ya'll can't act hard til them wheels fast forward

Right up on ya, light up corners

Police get 'em right up of us



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[Free Murda:]

Five hundred mill or better, dog, now that's money

Roll in a five hundred, ya'll, now that's ugly

Better ask money, flip shit, they gon' act funny

My watcher baby get that cash money

Since a juvenile, strapped with 21 niggas

Never took that gat from me, what?

As far as I can see, niggas don't want that fast money

Don't wanna be looking over the shoulders with the fast, money

Better dash, money, if ya bitch wanna talk

Shut her lips, before I blast honey

Division, we get dollars, blowing white Impala

Roll up on her, trick, they get nada

Talking all that shit, we gon' holla

If it don't mean flizz, then why bother

All that illing, like fast food, they getting took out

Doing all this grilling, it ain't even a cook out



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