FREE MURDA - I'm Bossed Up lyrics

rate me

[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 niggas on the steps, keep them niggas in check

Cuz I'm bossed up, nigga, I'm bossed up, nigga

I'm bossed up, nigga, yeah, I'm bossed up, nigga

[Free Murda:]

A lotta niggas 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

Nigga, 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 nigga Haze home

He something like a rock, the way my nigga 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

Niggas 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

Bitches in my face, put my hand on broads

Til my dick stand up like the hair on Marge

[Chorus x2]