East M.C.’s

Lyrics

[Intro: Masta Killa] Uh, uh, uh, uhhhhhhhhhh! uh uh Ya'll motherfuckers Ya'll motherfuckers Ya'll motherfuckers, Ya'll motherfuckers, don't uh Uh, uh, uh, uhhhhhhhhhh! Ya'll motherfuckers, Ya'll motherfuckers, don't uh Listen [Verse 1: Masta Killa] Uh, all gangstas and fellow MCs, we now meet The threat is now an actual fact, and that's the least The lion paw, ripping your jaw, dismantle face piece You may not have heard or seen, my Murder One Team Something's best untold, crime related I am who I am, so fuck it, if son stuck it We all ate a plate of the best, sipped the fine grapes My rugged lifestyle is survive, I don't apologize Hustle is the road I chose, there's no compromising When the guns is drawn, shots fire Son, all my killas is fam, nothing hired Y'all faggot niggas wired for sound, before the things blast Wait for the train to pass, man, face down We straight from the murder capital town It goes down, daily on the regular Dressed in assassin attire the bulletproof wrap Strap 'em with the bomb to his body, ain't no coming back... [Victorious] Yea, yo these dudes out here ain't fightin' no more You either dump or run, or go to the law Me I take it to the further son, it's Murder One Maneuver the rugers, I call 'em Ferguson You force my hand, I'll take you off the Earth wit Guns Justify Homicide that burden is done I drink that redrum straight out the faucet, your boy lost it I'm on the belt park where the Ratchet I toss quick I'm a Boss Bitch from that Beast New York Where that cheap talk get you outlined in Chalk Step out of line, we put your thoughts on the Sidewalk You popped your top lock like we popped the Corks You can catch me in the South on approach wit them Choppers Or Bring out them Helicopters Your boy gun dame is hella proper [K.Born] Yea, so masterful, the flames burn hot Comin' for the kill, faggot niggas head gets chopped And get rolled from blocks and gets slapped out spots We in N.Y. keepin' live Brooklyn lick off shots Make 'em duck tuck, roll real slow don't stop Til they get it and flock, See I aim for top Now Y? don't ask why, just move wit my flow blow so-so Watch how careers gets stopped My Pop spit the seed and I swam stream, strongest and broke through Raised by to a General - Physical is holdin' weight And leadin' the way like a Freight Train But I jump fast, nigga you here ? You Sure ? Ain't no horse play, don't play Murder wit my Minds spray Give y'all fools lessons of war, no more From every Land on this Planet Earth And waters all across, truly yours, the Flames, the Force [Free Murder] The Name's F.R.E.E. M.U.R.D.A My nigga, Aye! The name is Free Murda Killings is no limit even without C-Murder We take and keep burners, we don't give it back It's like the Blocks slow it's hard to get rid of that Kinda mad wishin' he should've had bigger Gat Not this little shit could fit in my Fitted Cap Matter of fact give 'em that, Make 'em do somethin' But really though yo he ain't gon' do nuttin' Bangin' me, I popped your bitch and now she shot up The Name is Free and that's the opposite of locked up I have you wacked up, they call the Cops up You need a housing worker have that blood moped up Yea I'm like WHAT ? wit my Glock up I'm a nut like the shit I get off cock sucks I just popped up and already done wit you Should've bring your Pops hop, the way I been sonnin' you Came wit your thing, you can't fight you'se a lame nigga Under the wing like lights on the Plane Nigga [Killa Sin] Yo, fuck all the small talkin' Get on your job or get the walkin' Major League Batters in here, you steady balking' The Mack maul cats like dogs or botched abortions Make blood pour like bottles of bubbly popped the corks on The war's on Better believe I get my Stalk on +Artist of The Year+ enjoy the fall - long BONG! when it's all said and done I be long gone Hong Kong gettin' my Cock wopped thru my Long Johns Same song all around the World like 'Pac did it Caught a lil half a hundred gram wit the Cop wit it The Grass that I stashed in the Dash, hit the Block wit it The Glock that I brought along for the ride, got knocked with it Now I'm up top tradin' bars with my box niggas Wit Two Strikes against me ain't no room for the Third Even the Cops get it, got niggas watchin' they Misses Doin' a middle harm Legs cocked in the air Screamin' "Yeah" like Lil John Should've pawn like Carm styles is on potty train Shotty's bang, bodies slained, got niggas that could get it on