[Intro: Free Murda] 

Yea, turn my mic up loud, you know 

And my earphone, put the level in 

And let me take these young boys to school 

Knowhatimean, Division... 



[Hook: Free Murda] 

This F-R Double E, out of curse 

I'm still Lil' Free, but Murda 

B-R Double O K-L-Y-N 

M-I-Double D L-E, got it 

Now shorty, go gold, he gon' be aight 

This one is going home, to Fort Greene, aight 

And cassette, for my toes, to or to clean my Nikes 

Forty 'matic chrome, help me sleep at night 



[Free Murda:] 

Breathe, inhale, then exhale 

Ya'll ain't gon' succeed, tryin' to exhale 

Nigga showing they ass, forgot sex sales 

Bout to flip like that door on the Nextel 

Nigga knock on my door, for tech shells 

Little dumb ass nigga ain't aimed the tech well 

Dropped a hit, little kids, now can't catch spells 

You came straight to the crib, like FedEx mail 



[Chorus x2: Free Murda] 

You can never be better than me 

You can never be better than Free 

You can never be better than me 

Baby, baby, no better than Free 



[Hook]