Free Murda - Let You Arms Swing lyrics

[Intro: Free Murda] Eastside... Fort Greene... [Chorus 2X: Free Murda] Rolling down the street, you can catch me with my doors up Hop out, music playing, posted on the corner Let you arms swing, n***a, let you arms swing, n***a Let you arms swing, n***a, let you arms swing, n***a [Free Murda] Go and get your eat on, I got hoes So my dick I don't beat on, something to throw my feet on Curl my toes, that's how it goes, as I skeet on Tired of sh**ting on 'em, so like Kels watch me pee on It's you, your girl cheat on, once they throw Free on Smoking on that neon, green, that's what he on And your man CD, watch I crush weed on And burn it like pee-pee, when you get your STD on Crack is gon' need me, the way I get my G on Walk the streets sleepy, that's when doc throw the sheets on Get my fam Keon, to lean on something Keep on fronting, got to keep on ducking [Chorus 2X] [Free Murda] Poppin' your lip, I'm co*king my fifth Only thing that he co*k is his dick, with his fist Ill, better chill, lil' calm then I mellow Catch me with that purple like that Turtle Donatello Armed in the ghetto, palm in my metal Cuz I'm off that Remy Martin, not that chick from Bronx borough I'm in a Montero, the way my palm hello Cuz them b**h n***as'll stab me in the back, wanna have me like that Ain't a DVD, but you can get 'smacked' Bout to die, and I ain't goin' with ya, like a mix-match Gat about to holla, but it ain't no chit-chat When you hear that click-clack, you never forget that, n***a [Chorus 2X]