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uncle murda - freedom lyrics

[intro: que banz]
you know what the f-ck it is, n-gga
free the guys

[chorus: que banz]
too much work on the clock, it turned the scale white
flashbacks from the crib, think of them jail nights
shake it off, zip locks to keep the yay tight
mail them birds, when they land, that’s a safe flight
them n-ggas know that i’ll be rockin’, they know that we them n-ggas
i’m screamin’, “free all them n-ggas,” until they free them n-ggas
yeah, it’s free all my n-ggas until they free them n-ggas
f-ck the states, the feds on us ’cause we them n-ggas

[verse 1: uncle murda]
don’t be stressin’ who shorty f-ckin’ when you in the can
you know how b-tches be, they could be your opp or your man
she pick up your calls and she pull up when you answer
put money on your books then that other sh-t shouldn’t matter
you surrounded by n-ggas and takin’ orders from crackers
n-ggas get hit with that time turn into authors and rappers
either that or n-ggas takin’ they [?] or bloodin’ in
b-tches on the visits keep the contraband comin’ in
get the strap, n-ggas grabbin’ they gun again
twelve tryna give me that l, i just wanna win
f-ck wantin’ to win, we gotta win
we hit him, he ain’t die, that n-gga gotta get shot again (spend that block)
let the mac and the .40 hit ’em
he thought we wasn’t gon’ shoot ’cause he had his shorty with ’em (bang bang)
caught him lackin’, we had to head tab ’em
he know too much, k!ll ’em before the feds sn-tch ’em

[verse 2: jadakiss]
yup, now you ready to hurt somethin’
game don’t stop, n-gga, long as the work comin’
you know it’s hood love, always throw the [?] up
those n-ggas won’t try you, they know you will merc somethin’
business is business, i don’t mean to be rude with it
all the transactions come with a tool visit
if it gotta go down, i don’t care who get it
crush the pills up and cut the dog food with it
bricks is waitin’ to get flipped
some n-ggas is short, some is waitin’ to get shipped
my man go to the border know that he gon’ get hit
but he max out after that so, n-gga, he lit
fl!cked up, money orders and long kites
any drama, n-ggas know that it’s on-site
20k for the walkthrough
the smaller the indictment, the less people you talk to

[verse 3: benny the butcher]
the goal is stack cheddar and be better than my dad
i know how it feel gettin’ indictment letters to the pad
and goin’ up for work, i was hesitant to stash
setup by a fiend, i gave credit in the past
n-ggas ain’t loyal no more, it’s forgotten
you can’t enjoy the fruits of your labor if they rotten
my type stuck to the code without an option
my b-tch found sh-t in my phone, i sent her shoppin’
drink my pain away, enough don’t fit in a bottle
real sh-t, my n-gga gettin’ sentenced tomorrow
gettin’ an l with a family that took the stand
but never looked ’em in the eye when they shook his hand
i know a n-gga doin’ 5 flat
it’s supposed to be a dub, got off ’cause he a rat
but jonesy did ten without a scratch
keep it tar, n-gga, i’m holdin’ this down ’til you get back
let’s go

- uncle murda lyrics

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