Free Murda - East M.C.'s lyrics

[Intro: Masta k**a] Uh, uh, uh, uhhhhhhhhhh! uh uh Ya'll motherf**ers Ya'll motherf**ers Ya'll motherf**ers, Ya'll motherf**ers, don't uh Uh, uh, uh, uhhhhhhhhhh! Ya'll motherf**ers, Ya'll motherf**ers, don't uh [Masta k**a] Listen all Gangsta and Fellow MC's we now meet The Threat is now a actual fact and that's the lease The Lion Pore rippin' your Jaw dismantle face piece You made out the Herd the scene My Murder One Team, Something's best untold Crime Related - I am who I am so f** it if son stuck it We all later paid the best - sipped the fine Grapes My Rugged Lifestyle is survived - I don't Apologize Hustlers devote I chose, there's no Compromisin' And the Guns is drawn, shots fired Son, all my k**ers is fam, non-hired Ya'll f*ggot n***as wait for the sound for the things blast Wait for the Train to past, Man face down We straight from the Murder Capitol Town It goes down - Daily on the regular Dressed in Assa**in attire, the bullet proof rep Strap 'em wit the Bomb to his body, ain't no comin' back [Victorious] Yea, yo these dudes out here ain't fightin' no more You either dump or run, or go to the law Me ? - I take it to the furthest son, it's Murder One Maneuver ruegers, I call 'em Ferguson You forced my hand to take you off the Earth wit Guns Justify Homicide that burden is done I drink that Red one straight out the forces, your boy lost it I'm on the belt park where the Ratchet I toss quick I'm Boss b**h from that East New York Where that cheap talk get you outlined in Chalk Step out of line, we put your thoughts on the Sidewalk You popped your top lock like we popped the Corks You can catch me in the South on approach wit them Choppers Or Bring out them Helicopters Your boy gun dame is hella proper [K.Born] Yea, soul Ma** photo flash burned hot Comin' for the k**, f*ggot n***as head gets chopped And get rolled from blocks and gets slapped out spots We in N.Y. keepin' live Brooklyn lick off shots Make 'em duck talk, roll real slow don't stop Til they get it and flock, See I aim for top And Why ? don't ask why, just move wit my flow blow so-so Watch how careers gets stopped My Pop spend the seedin' I swam scream, strongest and broke through Raised by to a General - Physical is holdin' weight And leadin' the way like a Freight Train But I jump fast, n***a you here ? You Sure ? Ain't no horse play, don't play Murder wit my Minds spray Give y'all fools lessons of war, no more From every Land on this Planet Earth And waters all across, truly yours, the Flames, the Force [Free Murder] The Name's F.R.E.E. M.U.R.D.A My n***a, Aye! The name is Free Murda k**ings is no limit even without C-Murder We takin' Keith Burners, we don't give it back It's like the Blocks slow it's hard to get rid of that Kinda mad wishin' he should've had bigger Gat Not this little sh** could fit in my Fitted Cap Matter of fact give 'em that, Make 'em do somethin' But really though yo he ain't gon' do nuttin' Bangin' me, I popped your b**h and now she shot up The Name is Free and that's the opposite of locked up I have you wacked up, they call the Cops up You need a house worker had that blood moped up Yea I'm like WHAT ? wit my Glock up I'm a nut like the sh** I get off co*ks up I just popped up and already done wit you Should've bring your Pops, the way I been sunnin' you Came wit your thing, you can't fight you'se a lame n***a Under the wing like lights on the Plane n***a [k**a Sin] Yo, f** all the small talkin' Get on your job or get the walkin' Major League Batters in here, you steady balking' The Mack maul cats like dogs or botched abortions Make blood pour like bottles of bubbly popped the corks on The war's on Better believe I get my Stalk on +Artist of The Year+ enjoy the fall - long BONG! when it's all said and done I be long gone Hong Kong gettin' my co*k in twat thru my Long Johns Same song all around the World like 'Pac did it Caught a lil half a hundred gram wit the Cop wit it The Gra** that I stashed in the Dash, hit the Block wit it The Glock that I brought along for the ride, got knocked with it Now I'm up top tradin' bars with my box n***as Wit Two Strikes against me ain't no room for the Third Even the Cops get it, got n***as watchin' they Misses Doin' a middle harm Legs co*ked in the air Screamin' "Yeah" like Lil John Should've pawn like Carm styles is on potty train Shotty's bang, bodies slained, got n***as that could get it on