[Intro: Free Murda] 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Rest in peace Dirt McGirt, yeah, yeah 

Yeah, rest in peace Jeff Row, let's go, Brooklyn... 



[Chorus x2: Free Murda] 

Left arm over chest, right arm over left 

See them niggas on the steps, keep them niggas in check 

Cuz I'm bossed up, nigga, I'm bossed up, nigga 

I'm bossed up, nigga, yeah, I'm bossed up, nigga 



[Free Murda:] 

A lotta niggas gonna snitch, once I draw that hammer 

Couple of inches from the trigger, is where I force the banana 

Clip, go and trip, like a floor that's damped, chump 

Got peeps who got spots, about four in Atlanta 

Been through cribs, just before the doors cameras 

You go down the hall, you'll be 'los' like Angeles 

Pop by the tech, in the grave you lay 

If you clock my neck like Flava Flav 

Nigga, but anyway holmes, my name in your dame phone 

Didn't even drop, and I got my own ringtone 

Now I'm bout to pop, get my nigga Haze home 

He something like a rock, the way my nigga stays stone 

Off this piff, you need more people on the sec 

Or it'll have you like Joker dog, Chico on his back 

From Friday, my man'll put a deep hole in your hat 

That go through the front and like a peephole on the back 



[Chorus x2] 



[Free Murda:] 

I ain't try'nna say you wack, achi, don't get me wrong 

When I rap, they say that's crack, like Bobby and Whitney on 

Don't do what you spit, probably'll get you gone 

If the shoe don't fit, sorry it give you corns 

What you on my dick for, better be out fast 

For I pull out 'big boy', and he ain't from Outkast 

Make big noise, have the whole crowd dash 

Niggas see them big toys, and they know we bout cash 

Troops swarm, borough form when they see me 

My boots got bubbles on 'em, yo those ACG's 

Got a APB, out on fake MC's 

Who want to play CDs, put my face on tee's 

All my mans got cake, hundred grand on cars 

Parking lots out of space, like it land on Mars 

Bitches in my face, put my hand on broads 

Til my dick stand up like the hair on Marge 



[Chorus x2]