Free Murda - Yeah!!! lyrics
[Free Murda - Yeah!!! lyrics]
Check, one-two, ya'll
Yeah, Fort Green, uh huh, check
RZA Rah, beat, uh huh
Rest In Peace Dirt McGirt, yea
Uh, huh, Wu yeah turn my mic up
Brooklyn, stand up, yeah, check
Nigga apoligizing when I creep through lanes
Paralyzing, have 'em numbing in
Some lethal 'caine
Leave holes the size of P clothes, man
In your pete coat lane
In the streets, they call me 'free cocaine'
Niggas say he got the magnum
Never see those things
Niggas say he got platinum
Only see gold chains
Clapping in between those frames
Nerve ass nigga
Throw 'em right under the wing
Bird ass nigga
Only time you get dap, is when you mob deep
Only time ya'll niggas is strapped
Is to the car seat
Pap pap, through the back
Go through ya heart beat
Now you niggas gettin' toe tagged
Chalk on the concrete
Yeah, make you sit there, in that wheelchair
My niggas don't care, please, don't stare
I know you won't dare
To do a thing like that
Get that shit clear yeah, nigga, yeah
Disrespect a stick-up, I melt they hair
Have they head lit-up like the
Bottom of LA gears
You shouldn't get that Pele hair
Your heart racing
I could look at them, and tell they scared
They start shaking
I could smell they fear, they arms stinking
When they put they hand in the air
They palms facing
Right towards me, with my heat like this
Sideways to his head
Make him leak like a piss
Coming sideways, you dead
On your cheek you'll get kissed
And that's cold
You can even bet ya heat on this
Mami told me not to beat on chicks
Now it's hard to touch these ho ass niggas
Without police in my biz
Niggas need to knock it off
'fore I let the object off
Right on the project courts
Glock in a Roc valor
Like a cork I pop it off
Judge wanna see us in jail
So they knocked Cochran off, point a finger
Chop it off even though I'm hot and all
Still let the rocket off whole team is soft
Like a big bag of cotton balls
I shoot accurate
Shells speed racing for these faggots
That's backwards
And don't know who they facing
Keep getting slitted
Make that hard face better
When I give you more stitches
Than that Scarface leather
My dick get kisses, cuz the God make cheddar
Blow my shit like wishes
I want long face Heather
Yeah, Fort Green, uh huh, check
RZA Rah, beat, uh huh
Rest In Peace Dirt McGirt, yea
Uh, huh, Wu yeah turn my mic up
Brooklyn, stand up, yeah, check
Nigga apoligizing when I creep through lanes
Paralyzing, have 'em numbing in
Some lethal 'caine
Leave holes the size of P clothes, man
In your pete coat lane
In the streets, they call me 'free cocaine'
Niggas say he got the magnum
Never see those things
Niggas say he got platinum
Only see gold chains
Clapping in between those frames
Nerve ass nigga
Throw 'em right under the wing
Bird ass nigga
Only time you get dap, is when you mob deep
Only time ya'll niggas is strapped
Is to the car seat
Pap pap, through the back
Go through ya heart beat
Now you niggas gettin' toe tagged
Chalk on the concrete
Yeah, make you sit there, in that wheelchair
My niggas don't care, please, don't stare
I know you won't dare
To do a thing like that
Get that shit clear yeah, nigga, yeah
Disrespect a stick-up, I melt they hair
Have they head lit-up like the
Bottom of LA gears
You shouldn't get that Pele hair
Your heart racing
I could look at them, and tell they scared
They start shaking
I could smell they fear, they arms stinking
When they put they hand in the air
They palms facing
Right towards me, with my heat like this
Sideways to his head
Make him leak like a piss
Coming sideways, you dead
On your cheek you'll get kissed
And that's cold
You can even bet ya heat on this
Mami told me not to beat on chicks
Now it's hard to touch these ho ass niggas
Without police in my biz
Niggas need to knock it off
'fore I let the object off
Right on the project courts
Glock in a Roc valor
Like a cork I pop it off
Judge wanna see us in jail
So they knocked Cochran off, point a finger
Chop it off even though I'm hot and all
Still let the rocket off whole team is soft
Like a big bag of cotton balls
I shoot accurate
Shells speed racing for these faggots
That's backwards
And don't know who they facing
Keep getting slitted
Make that hard face better
When I give you more stitches
Than that Scarface leather
My dick get kisses, cuz the God make cheddar
Blow my shit like wishes
I want long face Heather