Free Murda - Spaford lyrics

[Intro: Free Murda] Yeah, Lil' Free, F-R-double E Sha-Cronz, the high Juan sh** is real in this sh** Ty-Jigs, Pyzone, Billy Box Fort Greene, middle side Yo, Billy Box for harder life Yo, yo.. [Free Murda] With the gauge I play men You cavemen, push coke whiter than caucasions n***as facin 25 to life for bein hard headed like Haitians I keep the gauge blazin, I'm aimin, never raisin Ain't no tellin how these f*ggots might come through, sprayin On the low I'm layin, I'll be damned it's me they framin Pfft, spit the ox out, have his face flamin Like herpes, n***as burner start decayin Dead for days, on the 12th gun, the hallway Play the crib all day, with me chicks do foreplay Bangin at the spots, no more back out the cops Gettin yolked up like Halloween with kids on the block Ya heard? [Chorus 2X: Free Murda] Yo, f** that sweet sh**, I'm sour Glance at your click for hours Pull out long sh** like the Twin Towers Mics are quiet, but this little n***a bring the riots Thugs I hire, pussies I fire [Free Murda] Yo, what it is? Yo, what? D's on the low, gun in they lap, in the Montaro Walk through, chain out in your borough Stay thorough, have n***as shift like Jello Always say peace on the phone, never hello Keep a rubber band around my hundreds, tied up Get my co*ks up, the majority of my click is locked up I created monsters, gave you heart when we was partners Now against you, had to use revolvers You caused problems, now you can't solve 'em Shot hollows, you can't dodge 'em Y'all n***as is like bugs, I squash 'em My style is awesome, extortin n***as, flossin Murder scene, yellow line, caution You shouldn't've forfeited, I keep gats often Position out of proportion, then I lost it Swiss cheese and coughin, DT's in a Ford Taurus Chasin n***as in the Ford Explorers That'll draw guns, n***a [Chorus 2X - replace "glance" with "blast" in 2nd line] [Free Murda] Yo, everywhere I go, my Cronz come with me If it's your face I've blown, you caught a Buck 50 n***as that bust shots, they better not hit me Free pump more water than Mississipi Halfback, pants down with a Taurus 380 Pistol whip the judge lady and left that b**h Swayze Blacks say I'm crazy and half shade say I'm loco Because in the dutch or the backwood you puff cocoa Hold more weight than that sh** that you lift Red dot on your forehead called the inf' n***as is snakes just like Anaconda Don't even bother, it doesn't matter, auto or revolver I take the auto cuz it goes off, automatically My slugs spit and fly vertically, improve diagonally Sawed off hit the ball court, pa** the torch Shells burn like hot sauce, when I let off, n***a [Chorus 2X] [Free Murda] Yo, what? What? Yo, yo, what it is y'all? Fort Greene, middle side, give it up Far side, first side, U.K Bed-stuy, U.K