Free Murder

Free Murder - Brooklyn Get It On lyrics

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[Intro: Free Murda]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

That's right, what? Check it...

[Chorus: Free Murda]

Brooklyn, get it on, you can get it on

We can get it on, everybody get it on

Go head and get drunk, nigga

Go head and jump up and get bucked, nigga

[Hook: Free Murda]

Fort Greene, get it on, Red Hook, get it on

Brownsville, get it on, East New York, get it on

You can get drunk, nigga

You can get slumped, in the trunk, nigga

[Free Murda:]

In here, that dope white be paying me, my Nike's stay on me

Niggas dislike how the paper be

In that new flight, the thing'll be, ready to pop something

If you want fight, your day'll be

Ready to drop something, wont like this thing on me

I'm write, all wiggly, smoking more black, than the whites in slavery

Lots of weight on me, a hundred G's a week, you gots to hate on me

Catch me when I'm coppin' ki's, the cops is raiding me

Test me, and I'm poppin' heat, it's hot like where Satan be

I cop ice, just where the blockers hate on me

So much dough, is like the spots are paint on me

Watch niggas fade away, tell 'em put that thing away

Before I put dog asleep like the ASPCA

What? Tha tangeray'll make my ding-a-ling

Stiff hard, til I had a bitch sing like Macy Gray

Ding, with promise, since the shit is harmless

Since, that I didn't get that common sense

I got bagged in a cab, while I was armed with a fifth

Stay with a bomb, like Saddam and it hits

[Chorus]

[Hook: Free Murda]

Bedstuy, get it on, Bushwick, get it on

Crown Heights, get it on, Flatbush, get it on

Go head and get drunk, nigga

You can get slumped, in the trunk, nigga

[Free Murda:]

Yo, I warned them, not to rob 'em

Be the first raw nigga, pop like a condom

Ain't no problems, that I can't answer

Free revolve 'em, like them belly dancers

Dope way I'm smoking, can't catch cancer

Yo, I'm 'brave', duke, not from Atlanta

Leave a few teeth missing like Jack-O-Lantern's

Got something, for your tummy, dog, not a land, ta

Just my hammer, niggas be washed up

Or 'dirty' like Dan, like they came out the hamper

Dun head spinning like a record, who's the anthem

Shorty think, she gon' get a ring like Sandra

Ain't no Christmas gifts, no I'm not Santa

Name is Free, and I ain't paying to get your hair done

Get a job, bitch, you ain't a baby cake and pampered

Bitch full of shit, and these niggas coming out they mouth

Forward spit, don't make me fold this clip

Cuz I, got that sixteen hitter, and I mix mean liquor

To Incredible Hulk, Hypno and Hennessey, nigga

He pop that, but never hit Free, nigga

Came back, left a drift like the Mississippi River

I grab my thing-thing, do my thing-thing

Gat never chill, once it go, bang-bang

Ya'll my Juniors like the M.A.F.I.A. or Saint James

Fucking with Free, leave ya'll holy like King James

[Chorus]

[Hook: Free Murda]

Farroting, get it on, Good Waters, get it on

White Cloth, get it on, New York, get it on

Go head and get drunk, nigga

You can get slumped, in the trunk, nigga

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