(feat. Cha-Cronz, RZA) 



[Intro: RZA (Shacronz)] 

Peace To The God, What Up, What Up? 

Shacronz, Free Murda, What's The Word-Word, Son? (What Up Bobby?) 

Ain't Nothing, Just Living, Son (Looking Good Baby) 

But You Know How We Do It, You Knowhatimean (What You Got On Right There, Baby?) 

Oh, On The Feet, Son? You Know I Got The Ill Wu-Wear Slaps On My Feet, Son 

(Nobody Got Those... What's Those Son?) Yeah, I Got The Roc-A-Wear Sweats 

Popping Right Here, Thunn 

Knowhatimean (Hold Up, Son, What The Fuck Is That.. Yo What's That Bulging Out 

Your Jacket, Son?) 



[Chorus: Free Murda (Run-Dmc Sample)] 

My, Black, Ninas, Bust Through Project Doors 

Fake Suspect 85's, On The Floor 

Cops Yell 'raid', I Wasn't Afraid 

And I Won't Stop Busting, Til I Get Paid 

Black Ninas... ("My, A..." *Scratched Up*) 



[Shacronz:] 

Everyday I Live This Thug Shit, Surrounded By Plus Whips 

Sitting On Dubs, Bitch, I Run With A Rough Click 

Dare One Of Ya'll To Say Something About My Team 

I Know You Fake Gangstas Out Your Lean 

Shoot Through Your Heart, Choke You Up, Then Rip Out Your Spleen 

If There's A Drought In New York, I'm Down South With Fiends 

Cash Rule Everything, So Give It Up, Pa 

Stash, Jewels, Everything, We Glittered Up, Pa 

Rocking Your Shit, Popping Your Bitch 

Send Fire, Raise An Empire, Copping More Bricks 

From A Place Where The Chicks Holding, Ride Or Die 

Walk With A Switch, Hips Swollen, Pitch Coke And Crack 

Get Money, Til I Die, Hit Honeys Til I Fry 

Grew Up Grungy, Hungry Til I Ride 

Apply Pressure, Time's Short, Need This Project Cake 

Lean On 'em, Like Project Gates 



[Chorus] 



[Free Murda:] 

C.C.F., Yo The Whole Hood On Some Shit, Niggas Is Sheisty 

Can't Explain How Them Faggots In The P's, Might Be 

All Stick Each Other, Like Teens Holding Tightly 

Try And Light Me, Be The Last Nigga You Might See 

Your Wifey, Grieving In The Morgue, That Like Me 

I Splash You, Have Your Gash, Look Like The Swoosh From Nike 

Fucking Freaking Bodies In The Process, Get You Clapped By My Set 

Ya'll Niggas Doggin' Free, You Gon' Die Wet 

Chicks In The P's Hoeing, Them Bitches Stay Blowing 

Them Bitches Stay Boning, My Guns Stay Toting 

Stick Niggas That Be Holding, When I Clap Ya'll Folding 

Leave Foods In The Streets, Soaking 

K-Tone In My Crib, Loading 

Brown Flag On My Wrist Rolling, Head Shots Til Ya'll Open 

Up Like A Store In The Morning 

Have You Laying Dead In The Train Station Like A Rodent 



[Chorus]