Free Murda - This 1's for Dirt lyrics

[Intro: Free Murda] Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh Yeah, Free Murda Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Fort Greene, uh-huh, uh-huh Brooklyn, 718 This one for Dirt... This one for Dirt... Yeah, uh-huh, check it, yeah [Free Murda] b**h on my big dick, quick to get that a** up Before I hit it, in the sh**, I make her hit the bathtub Pull her pants down, I don't wanna hear her chaster With her hands out, for my chips, like a pastor Past her.. plug her into walls like adapters Take it to the hole, try'nna score like the Raptors Your b**h backed up, watch her making my hoe Had that chick ga**ed up, more than ya Tahoe Back up, once you see that four o'clock-tro Hot foe, wanna beef with shells like a taco Lame a**, you and your dame s** co*k together The way your 'dame dash', you can sign you to Roc-A-Fella Try and sh**, man, you ain't ride nothing nice And your whip's plain, sorta like your f**ing flight Get your dove, right, here buck-seven, on Yeah, that Snow White don't come with them Seven Dwarfs [Chorus: Free Murda] This one for Dirt, didididi-do, yea This one for Dirt, didididi-do, yea This one for Dirt, didididi-do, yea This one for Dirt, didididi-do, yea Calling me a dog, then leave this dog alone Cuz nothing can stop me from burying my bones In the backyard, of someone else's house This Free Murda, but he not dogged out Free Murda, but he not dogged out Free Murda, but he not dogged out [Free Murda] Smoke bones of that sticky sh**, get dome, from a skinny chick You already know, what don't hit me, miss Chicks moan off that gritty, sh**, I want foam on them titties, miss Get blows from a pretty chick I'm from Fort Greene, home of the Fifty Cent Home of k**a Ben, home of many men Go to the Hillie, then, go to the cemi', then Do like a buck, rolling on them remy rims I don't eat pork, there's no hairs on my chinny chin But I keep kush, look at the hairs on them pretty twins We need to copy you, smoke dirt, now that's reckless Your chick top me, like she's first, and I was second Off the record, I had your chick naked Free Murda, just like a wire, we don't wet it Blow so much cake, spit it on your chick fast Hold so much weight, they think I need Slim Fast [Chorus]