Free murda
The Name's F.R.E.E. M.U.R.D.A
My nigga, Aye! The name is Free Murda
Killings is no limit even without C-Murder
We take and keep burners, we don't give it back
It's like the Blocks slow it's hard to get rid of that
Kinda mad wishin' he should've had bigger Gat
Not this little shit could fit in my Fitted Cap
Matter of fact give 'em that, Make 'em do somethin'
But really though yo he ain't gon' do nuttin'
Bangin' me, I popped your bitch and now she shot up
The Name is Free and that's the opposite of locked up
I have you wacked up, they call the Cops up
You need a housing worker have that blood moped up
Yea I'm like WHAT ? wit my Glock up
I'm a nut like the shit I get off cock sucks
I just popped up and already done wit you
Should've bring your Pops hop, the way I been sonnin' you
Came wit your thing, you can't fight you'se a lame nigga
Under the wing like lights on the Plane Nigga
Free Murda dick longer than the O.J. trial
Have your bitch backstage with the Colgate smile
I'm on the back Glocks where the coke ring loud
Bullets got flat tops like they stole Kane's style
Warm 'em kid, you wanna flow, drain now
Get your whole brain out, where your hoes hang out
It's killing me, everybody got cocaine nail
Stealing Free is like trying take a old stain out
Your boy's on fire, my boat stays out
It's gon' take more than a wire, to close they mouth
Got a slice of that bread, bags that you stole
You had a price on your head, now that tag's on your toe
And you know that nigga dead when the casket is closed
Off with his dreads, keep the mag' in my clothes
I'm trying, real good, the semi' got loud up
You can die in your hood, like Kenny from South Park
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