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Channel: Music
Uploaded: December 31, 1969 at 6:59 pm
Author: straight71
Length: 04:59
Rating: 5.00
Views: 2028
Lyrics[Intro: Masta Killa]Uh, uh, uh, uhhhhhhhhhh! uh uhYa'll motherfuckersYa'll motherfuckersYa'll motherfuckers, Ya'll motherfuckers, don't uhuh, uh, uh, uhhhhhhhhhh!Ya'll motherfuckers, Ya'll motherfuckers, don't uh[Masta Killa:]Listen all Gangsta and Fellow MC's we now meetThe Threat is now a actual fact and that's the leaseThe Lion Pore rippin' your Jaw dismantle face pieceYou made out the Herd the sceneMy Murder One Team, Something's best untoldCrime Related - I am who I am so fuck it if son stuck itWe all later paid the best - sipped the fine GrapesMy Rugged Lifestyle is survived - I don't ApologizeHustlers devote I chose, there's no Compromisin'And the Guns is drawn, shots firedSon, all my killers is fam, non-hiredYa'll faggot niggaz wait for the sound for the things blastWait for the Train to past, Man face downwe straight from the Murder Capitol TownIt goes down - Daily on the regularDressed in Assassin attire, the bullet proof repStrap 'em wit the Bomb to his body, ain't no comin' back[Victorious:]Yea, yo these dudes out here ain't fightin' no moreYou either dump or run, or go to the lawMe ? - I take it to the furthest son, it's Murder OneManeuver ruegers, I call 'em FergusonYou forced my hand to take you off the Earth wit GunsJustify Homicide that burden is doneI drink that Red one straight out the forces, your boy lost itI'm on the belt park where the Ratchet I toss quickI'm Boss Bitch from that East New YorkWhere that cheap talk get you outlined in ChalkStep out of line, we put your thoughts on the SidewalkYou popped your top lock like we popped the CorksYou can catch me in the South on approach wit them ChoppersOr Bring out them HelicoptersYour boy gun dame is hella proper[K.Born:]Yea, soul Mass photo flash burned hotComin' for the kill, faggot niggaz head gets choppedAnd get rolled from blocks and gets slapped out spotsWe in N.Y. keepin' live Brooklyn lick off shotsMake 'em duck talk, roll real slow don't stopTil they get it and flock, See I aim for topAnd Why ? don't ask why, just move wit my flow blow so-soWatch how careers gets stoppedMy Pop spend the seedin' I swam scream, strongest and broke throughRaised by to a General - Physical is holdin' weightAnd leadin' the way like a Freight TrainBut I jump fast, nigga you here ? You Sure ?Ain't no horse play, don't playMurder wit my Minds sprayGive y'all fools lessons of war, no moreFrom every Land on this Planet EarthAnd waters all across, truly yours, the Flames, the Force[Free Murder:]The Name's F.R.E.E. M.U.R.D.A.My nigga A, the name is Free MurdaKillings is no limit even without C-MurderWe takin' Keith Burners, we don't give it backIt's like the Blocks slow it's hard to get rid of thatKinda mad wishin' he should of had bigger GatNot this little shit could fit in my Fitted CapMatter 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 upThe Name is Free and that's the opposite of locked upI have you wacked up, they call the Cops upYou need a house worker had that blood moped upYea I'm like WHAT ? wit my Glock upI'm a nut like the shit I get off Cocks upI just popped up and already done wit youShould of bring your Pops, the way I been sunnin' youCame wit your thing, you can't fight you'se a lame niggaUnder the wing like lights on the Plane Nigga[Killa Sin:]Yo, fuck all the small talkin'Get on your job or get the walkin'Major League Batters in here, you steady barkin'The Mac more catch like Dogs that botched AbortionMy-Blood pour like bottles of bubYou popped the Corks on the walls onBetter believe I get my Stalk on+Artist of The Year+ toured for longBONG! when it's all said and done I be long goneHong Kong gettin' my Cock in twat thru my Long JohnsSame song all around the World like 'Pac did itCaught a lil half a hundred gram wit the Cop wit itThe Grass that I stashed in the Dash, hit the Block wit itThey glocked out and brought along for the Vibe got knocked wit itNow I'm on top tradin' bars from a box niggazWit Two Strikes against me ain't no waitin' for the ThirdEven the Cops get it, got niggaz watchin' they MissesDoin' a middle harm Lakes cocked in the AirScreamin' "Yeah" like Lil Johnshould of pawn like Carm styles is on potty trainShotty's bang, bodies slained, got niggaz that could get it on