[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... turn my mic up

Brooklyn, stand up, yeah, check

[Free Murda:]

^!$$% apoligizing when I creep through lanes
Paralyzing, have 'em numbing in some lethal 'caine
Leave holes the size of P clothes, man, in your pete coat lane

In the streets, they call me 'free cocaine'
^!$$%s say he got the magnum, never see those things
^!$$%s say he got platinum, only see gold chains

Clapping in between those frames, nerve $$# ^!$$%
Throw 'em right under the wing, bird $$# ^!$$%
Only time you get dap, is when you mob deep

Only time ya'll ^!$$%s is strapped, is to the car seat
Pap-pap, through the back, go through ya heart beat
Now you ^!$$%s gettin' toe-tagged, chalk on the concrete


[Chorus x2: Free Murda]
Yeah, make you sit there, in that wheelchair

My ^!$$%s don't care, please don't stare
I know you won't dare, to do a thing like that
Get that %#@! clear; yeah, ^!$$%, yeah


[Free Murda:]
Disrespect a stick-up, I melt they hair

Have they head lit-up like the bottom of L.A. Gears
You shouldn't get that Pele hair, your heart racing
I could look at them, and tell they scared, they start shaking

I could smell they fear, they arms stinking
When they put they hand in the air, they palms facing
Right towards me, with my heat like this

Sideways to his head, make him leak like a piss
Coming sideways, you dead, on your cheek you'll get kissed
And that's cold, you can even bet ya heat on this

Mami told me not to beat on chicks, now it's hard to touch these hoe $$# ^!$$%s
Without police in my biz


[Chorus x2]

[Free Murda:]

^!$$%s need to knock it off, 'fore I let the object off
Right on the project courts, glock in a Roc valor
Like a cork I pop it off, judge wanna see us in jail

So they knocked Cochran off, point a finger, chop it off
Even though I'm hot and all, still let the rocket off
Whole team is soft, like a big bag of cotton balls

I shoot accurate, shells speed racing for these !@$)gots
That's backwards, and don't know who they facing
Keep getting slitted, make that hard face better

When I give you more stitches than that Scarface leather
My dick get kisses, cuz the God make cheddar
Blow my %#@! like wishes, I want long face Heather


[Chorus x2]