[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 

Get 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]