Chorus x4: Free Murda] When I say 'don't get danced on', I don't mean the dance floor We put feets and hands on, (you and your man, boy) [Free Murda:]
chickens what's going on Don't make me murder you nigga, you looking for me here I stand About six feet even, cocked and meant built twin glocks in my hand And
Come flowin' down so free?" 5. She took him by his long yellow hair, And also by his feet. She plunged him into well water, where It runs both cold and
i have all this blood on my hands Blood on my clothes blood on my shoes Im on the 10 o clock news for steady Murdering crews and there point of views
hard The life that'll glamour and glitz, best believe On the flip side, nigga, it's them hammers and clips Wanna live in high fashion and rich, so we
wrinkled, the rap star twinkle killer instinct sixteen bar nickle sell more copies than Kinko Grow like a fetus with no hands and feet to complete us and
handled, murder, mangled Life support cut short we hold court In the street make a nigga sleep six feet deep Fuck piece bare back doggystyle Cement ya feet and
thugged out They will be my drug out, young niggas grilled out Smokin on some sticky green, stop the car for the gangsta lean Murder, murder, (murder, murder
Chase you in the house with the all black heat Leave you just boxers and slippers on your feet I talk reckless, I really want the coke and the money
out They will be my drug out, young niggas grilled out Smokin on some sticky green, stop the car for the gangsta lean Murder, murder, (murder, murder
more than hard The life that'll glamor and glitz, best believe On the flip side nigga, it's them hammers and clips Wanna live in high fashion and rich
and always aware Who's watchin' them, bitches on top of them, they don't just be near Probably spot poppy and them they robbed last year And just, nod and
more than hard The life that'll glamour and glitz, best believe On the flip side, nigga, it's them hammers and clips Wanna live in high fashion and rich
death is getting closer and I can't stop from secedein' Do I run to the mirror look at me, and pull the trigger. hooker said body found dead and gone
the hoe the time She looked down and broke her crown she bent down Stupid clown I jetted with her purse and I hear some Gangster's whisper found slug and
invested his life in this shit And we ain't losin' rather take a penitentiary chance And ? ? your house like some blue and red ends Make you dance like holyfield And
