[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...
still be grindin' I'll flip big blocks for (?) and Bryan [Lil' Wayne] And if you move a hundred bricks, you get a Benz for free Oh yeah, and Beyonce'll
wit' open eyes Scare to take a nap It's a trap a long maze Dreamin' of gettin' stacks Makin' scratch the wrong way What the song say We murder motherfuckers
I gonna do I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right Watch this, hey Quik let me see them binoculars, nigga The binoculars Ha ha ha ha, yeah
Deep Nigga when I find you Weak mutha-fuckas don't deserve to breathe How many niggas down to die for me Yeah Yeah West Coast Ridaz Comin right behind
name of liberty All in the name of liberty Got to be free Jailbreak, let me out of here Jailbreak, sixteen years ah Jailbreak, had more than I can take Jailbreak, yeah
hype I love to write, so don't you bite Yeah, I'm the Bone, that nigga That's on the microphone You shoulda known, you're fuckin with me Yeah, it's on
up Ooooh, we don't wanna murda ya, and it's so mysterious How many niggas wanna kill us will they run up? Come kill me hater, murder with the ak.
with the rotatation (rotation, rotation, rotation) [Chorus] [Bizzy] I heard. I murdered. I heard. I murdered. I heard (heard) Yeah nigga, we holler about all of the murders
: [feat. Freeway] [Intro:] Yeah, Webby Freeway, yeah! Block to the Burbs, man If you nice, you nice End of story [Verse 1: Webby] You see I'm reaping
: Yeah Webby Let's hit you with some bars real quick Axe murder a beat the way I spit a free Lizzie Borden in the flesh come and get at me Like the
I whoop my own ass with a tire iron now come fight me Till God strikes me down, I'll keep goin Givin Satan himself this free promotion Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
: Yeah, okay. I got high and wrote this song in like 45 minutes. Ha, what's good? Check it, ay. I'm a go ahead and do my thang. You just gotta let me
: Ohh! Yeah! So much for first single on this one [Verse 1] Shady's the label Aftermath is the stable That the horses come out erra Of course we
studs, I want the red strobe to hit it right Stones are screaming, hot lattes, the rosees My robes is a murder statement, you fucking with rode rage Ladies
nigga Born That's right yo Lil' Free in the feds That's right, you'll be home nigga Yeah, we made it Yeah, C Allah, word up That's fam Yeah, check it
: The rain came down like a blanket And insulated the street lights Turned the gutters to rivers And sailed away with my free time Nowadays I got alot
the Westside Connect Gang Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang [Ice-T] Yeah 'sup with these niggas in the club lookin' at niggas crazy and shit (Word, yeah
