[Intro: Freemurder]
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Gangsta niggas, what
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Gangsta bitches, what
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Gangsta killas, what
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Gangsta niggas, what
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Straight gangsta bitches
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Gangsta bitches, what
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Gangsta killas, what
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[Hook]
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Uh, Brooklyn is where we come from, come from
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U.K. known to fill 'em up with dumdums
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In the car seat, uh-huh
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Lil' Free, that's where you get guns from, guns from
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[Chorus: Freemurder]
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Gangsta killas, what
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Gangsta niggas, what
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Gangsta bitches, what
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Gangsta killas, what
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Gangsta niggas, what
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Straight gangsta bitches, what
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Gangsta killas, what
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Gangsta niggas, what
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[Freemurder]
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Party and be more, floor with four honeys
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Cars with three more, none of them hoes ugly
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'Preme upstairs, nuttin on hoes tummies
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While you grindin ugly freaks, like Seymour from Mo' Money
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Hard as a rock, straight up and down like sea-saws
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And free, Pete Rose, Free ski whores
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Straight jaw bone, fuck eatin pussy
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Straight hormone jumpin when I'm beatin pussy
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Suspects keep lyin bout they weed and gats
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Till I catch them, change the subject like readin a map
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Drug off, Desperado, Amaretto
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Bustin Berettas, up in you ghetto, alcoholic
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He's so heavy like Chris Wallace
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And try to get me off the floor with my shit brolic
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Like brand new gators, yo I love my shit polish
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Flip on niggas, till they demolish, abolish
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Many niggas, friendly niggas turn enemy niggas
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Burn plenty of niggas, don't tick me nigga
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Little that you know, that shit don't offend me nigga
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And if one of y'all kill me, God avenge me nigga
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[Hook] *'U.K.' instead of 'Lil' Free'*
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[Chorus]
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[Freemurder]
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Off to the telly, eyes ring me up on the celly
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All them niggas is fools, satisfy ya belly
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Niggas keep slidin thru like KY Jelly
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Talkin nonsense, what you tryin tell me
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Blood Gotti, rollin with a red scully
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Punk shotties, aimin out of red Chevy's
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0 Tray one, trade one guns, straight blood up
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Actin gigantic, till you get cut up
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Guns be titanic, make ya ass buck up
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Caught you real high standin, that's how you got stuck up
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On the block drippin, and read the glocks hittin
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All the cops wishin, I'm mad and not shittin
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Fuck police, we all hold four heats
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And put four D's under four seats
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And on the concrete, waitin for the coroner
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Fuck Guliani, Free slaughterin ya
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Little bitch, years ago, Free ignorin ya
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Lil' Kim bitches, Free adorin ya
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Where I'm from? Brooklyn, get them dum's, Brooklyn
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Get the ones, Brooklyn, afraid of none, Brooklyn
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Uh, Brooklyn is Gun Ho, U.K. shit we kick to let the
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gun blow
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[Hook]
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[Chorus]
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[Freemurder]
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NYC, gangsta killa, Brownsville
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Niggas that fake the killa, be foul killed
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Triggas await killas, Free pound peel
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Niggas I hate, stealers on some we found skills
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Chill holmes, three round skill
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From the four-long, kick pressure, my forearm
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That shit had me fallin all out my stands
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Watch ya blood keep pourin all out cha man
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It's a flood, blood drorrin all out cha man
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Slugs in ya truck, now blood fallin out ya van
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And dad it up, click just banana'd up
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Might as well open the door, cuz I'm tearin it up
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Shittin all in the whip, got you scared as fuck
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Hopin that you won't die, like Montana bro'
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With Scarface, all in my grill, with the hard face
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Get sent on a journey to a far far place
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[Chorus: just sayin 'gangsta killa']
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[Hook]
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[Chorus]
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[Outro: ShaCronz (Freemurder)]
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Hahahaha
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Yo Freemurder man this is that gangsta shit man
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This is that universal gangsta shit
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You know that East Coast/West Coast type of shit, man
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This is that real shit, that b-life shit man
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We've been doin this shit for years man
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You know, ever since our fathers man
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You know man, the Device Lords, the Young Lords
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The Black Spades, the Ball Bustas
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We've been doin this shit on the East Coast man
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KnowhatI'msayin? Keep that 5 alive, Freemurder
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Let them know, this is the East side, killa thrilla
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Death row till we die man, word up man
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Freemurder man, b-life or no life
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(Oh don't forget them Tomahawks nigga, my pops'll kill you
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Shit is real, P-Stone, Paroo Bloods, you real like I'm real
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This is for them gangstas across the world
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East side ho |