Free Murder - I'm Bossed Up lyrics

[Intro: Free Murda] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Rest in peace Dirt McGirt, yeah, yeah Yeah, rest in peace Jeff Row, let's go, Brooklyn... [Chorus x2: Free Murda] Left arm over chest, right arm over left See them n***as on the steps, keep them n***as in check Cuz I'm bossed up, n***a, I'm bossed up, n***a I'm bossed up, n***a, yeah, I'm bossed up, n***a [Free Murda:] A lotta n***as gonna snitch, once I draw that hammer Couple of inches from the trigger, is where I force the banana Clip, go and trip, like a floor that's damped, chump Got peeps who got spots, about four in Atlanta Been through cribs, just before the doors cameras You go down the hall, you'll be 'los' like Angeles Pop by the tech, in the grave you lay If you clock my neck like Flava Flav n***a, but anyway holmes, my name in your dame phone Didn't even drop, and I got my own ringtone Now I'm bout to pop, get my n***a Haze home He something like a rock, the way my n***a stays stone Off this piff, you need more people on the sec Or it'll have you like Joker dog, Chico on his back From Friday, my man'll put a deep hole in your hat That go through the front and like a peephole on the back [Chorus x2] [Free Murda:] I ain't try'nna say you wack, achi, don't get me wrong When I rap, they say that's crack, like Bobby and Whitney on Don't do what you spit, probably'll get you gone If the shoe don't fit, sorry it give you corns What you on my dick for, better be out fast For I pull out 'big boy', and he ain't from Outkast Make big noise, have the whole crowd dash n***as see them big toys, and they know we bout cash Troops swarm, borough form when they see me My boots got bubbles on 'em, yo those ACG's Got a APB, out on fake MC's Who want to play CDs, put my face on tee's All my mans got cake, hundred grand on cars Parking lots out of space, like it land on Mars b**hes in my face, put my hand on broads Til my dick stand up like the hair on Marge [Chorus x2]