[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



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[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]