[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 



[Chorus] 



[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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