[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 in the club 

Coming to the stage like little Jay Jay 

All my broads is nuts, like Payday 

And when the song's up, they gots to pay me 

The God's up, if you try to play me 

You tighter than Von Dutch, now it's up to the AK 

Shorty your God, in ya lap, you can go with him 

Get 45 in ya Ac', like a cold Philly 

Money, don't get it, honeys gold digging 

Ain't try'nna look funny, pushing an old Civic 

Bummy with no kid-icks, rather rob something 

Then to be up early, going job hunting 

Niggas act girly, want us be they broads fucking 

Hair all curly, like the star functions 

Is that yours? For surely, watch her start sucking 

Drunk off them Bailey's, ready to start something 



[Chrous: Free Murda] 

F.R. Double E, Murda 

F.R.E, Murda 

Yea, that's me, word up 

I know you hear that beat in the club 

That R, Double E, Murda 

F.R.E., Murda 

Yea, that's me, word up 

I know you hear that heat in the club 



[Free Murda:] 

Niggas need to cut it out, like Peter try to diesel 

Same niggas down town tryin' on diesel 

Head nodding to my beat, like he high off diesel 

Slobbing down freaks, that combine when they need to 

Tied the bitch, and put that in diesel 

That be ruder, little make-up, don't make you no cuter 

When I move, you move, like Luda 

Try'nna get bruised up, in the club, off my buddha 

So get out your way, shit, I don't pay 

Feel the cushion, especially around the way 

No cake mix, balling and no palm 

Forming like Voltron, you know that's so wrong 

See them tattoo's on my forearm, see, ya'll gon' do what? 

Put ya all in white sheets like the Ku Klux 

Ya'll ain't even see how I grouped up 

With ShaCrizzy, Terra Tory, E-Money, ride with me 



[Chorus] 



[Free Murda:] 

Soon as, I, step up out this spizzle 

Hand on my nickel, raise a hand and I hit you 

F.R.E., damn he the issue 

Why he gon' die from the pistol tonight? 

Cuz you know, niggas always try to give you a fight 

And nobody's Lennox Lewis 

My man's is shooters, ride around, shot ya Benz with Rubix 

Ready to clap ya friend in his medula 

Don't give the 411, like Grand Puba 

Give it right there to you, loud as a band with a tuba 

I'm tryin' to see, half a man in Aruba 

Laid back, catching sun tans by the coolers 

And get back rubs, but I ain't fucking with white chicks 

Like the Wayan, all day with the black gloves 

Roll me a fat dub, of that kush 

While ya'll bitches bush bush 



[Chorus]