[Intro: Free Murda]
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh
Fort Greene, Brooklyn, Bedstuy

F.R. Double E, Murda
Yeah.. Murda, check it...


[Free Murda:]
Check it, as I, step in the club
Coming to the stage like little Jay Jay

All my broads is nuts, like Payday
And when the song's up, they gots to pay me
The God's up, if you try to play me

You tighter than Von Dutch, now it's up to the AK
Shorty your God, in ya lap, you can go with him
Get 45 in ya Ac', like a cold Philly

Money, don't get it, honeys gold digging
Ain't try'nna look funny, pushing an old Civic
Bummy with no kid-icks, rather rob something

Then to be up early, going job hunting
^!$$%s act girly, want us be they broads $#&@ing
Hair all curly, like the star functions

Is that yours? For surely, watch her start sucking
Drunk off them Bailey's, ready to start something


[Chrous: Free Murda]
F.R. Double E, Murda
F.R.E, Murda

Yea, that's me, word up
I know you hear that beat in the club
That R, Double E, Murda

F.R.E., Murda
Yea, that's me, word up
I know you hear that heat in the club


[Free Murda:]
^!$$%s need to cut it out, like Peter try to diesel

Same ^!$$%s down town tryin' on diesel
Head nodding to my beat, like he high off diesel
Slobbing down freaks, that combine when they need to

Tied the (*##$, and put that in diesel
That be ruder, little make-up, don't make you no cuter
When I move, you move, like Luda

Try'nna get bruised up, in the club, off my buddha
So get out your way, %#@!, I don't pay
Feel the cushion, especially around the way

No cake mix, balling and no palm
Forming like Voltron, you know that's so wrong
See them tattoo's on my forearm, see, ya'll gon' do what?

Put ya all in white sheets like the Ku Klux
Ya'll ain't even see how I grouped up
With ShaCrizzy, Terra Tory, E-Money, ride with me


[Chorus]


[Free Murda:]
Soon as, I, step up out this spizzle
Hand on my nickel, raise a hand and I hit you

F.R.E., damn he the issue
Why he gon' die from the pistol tonight?
Cuz you know, ^!$$%s always try to give you a fight

And nobody's Lennox Lewis
My man's is shooters, ride around, shot ya Benz with Rubix
Ready to clap ya friend in his medula

Don't give the 411, like Grand Puba
Give it right there to you, loud as a band with a tuba
I'm tryin' to see, half a man in Aruba

Laid back, catching sun tans by the coolers
And get back rubs, but I ain't $#&@ing with white chicks
Like the Wayan, all day with the black gloves

Roll me a fat dub, of that kush
While ya'll (*##$es bush bush


[Chorus]