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free murda - yeah!!! lyrics

[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:]
n-gg- 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’
n-gg-s say he got the magnum, never see those things
n-gg-s say he got platinum, only see gold chains
clapping in between those frames, nerve -ss n-gg-
throw ’em right under the wing, bird -ss n-gg-
only time you get dap, is when you mob deep
only time ya’ll n-gg-s is strapped, is to the car seat
pap-pap, through the back, go through ya heart beat
now you n-gg-s gettin’ toe-tagged, chalk on the concrete

[chorus x2: free murda]
yeah, make you sit there, in that wheelchair
my n-gg-s don’t care, please don’t stare
i know you won’t dare, to do a thing like that
get that sh-t clear; yeah, n-gg-, 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 p-ss
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 -ss n-gg-s
without police in my biz

[chorus x2]

[free murda:]
n-gg-s 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 b-lls
i shoot accurate, sh-lls speed racing for these f-ggots
that’s backwards, and don’t know who they facing
keep getting slitted, make that hard face better
when i give you more st-tches than that scarface leather
my d-ck get kisses, cuz the god make cheddar
blow my sh-t like wishes, i want long face heather

[chorus x2]

- free murda lyrics

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