[Intro: Free Murda]
Yea, turn my mic up loud, you know
And my earphone, put the level in

And let me take these young boys to school
Knowhatimean, Division...


[Hook: Free Murda]
This F-R Double E, out of curse
I'm still Lil' Free, but Murda

B-R Double O K-L-Y-N
M-I-Double D L-E, got it
Now shorty, go gold, he gon' be aight

This one is going home, to Fort Greene, aight
And cassette, for my toes, to or to clean my Nikes
Forty 'matic chrome, help me sleep at night


[Free Murda:]
Breathe, inhale, then exhale

Ya'll ain't gon' succeed, tryin' to exhale
^!$$% showing they $$#, forgot sex sales
Bout to flip like that door on the Nextel

^!$$% knock on my door, for tech shells
Little dumb $$# ^!$$% ain't aimed the tech well
Dropped a hit, little kids, now can't catch spells

You came straight to the crib, like FedEx mail

[Chorus x2: Free Murda]

You can never be better than me
You can never be better than Free
You can never be better than me

Baby, baby, no better than Free

[Hook]