[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 ca**ette, 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
n***a showing they a**, forgot s** sales
Bout to flip like that door on the Nextel
n***a knock on my door, for tech shells
Little dumb a** n***a 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 2X: 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]