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(feat. Cha-Cronz, RZA) [Intro: RZA (Shacronz)] Peace To The God, What Up, What Up? Shacronz, Free Murda, What's The Word-Word, Son? (What Up Bobby?) Ain't Nothing, Just Living, Son (Looking Good Baby) But You Know How We Do It, You Knowhatimean (What You Got On Right There, Baby?) Oh, On The Feet, Son? You Know I Got The Ill Wu-Wear Slaps On My Feet, Son (Nobody Got Those... What's Those Son?) Yeah, I Got The Roc-A-Wear Sweats Popping Right Here, Thunn Knowhatimean (Hold Up, Son, What The Fuck Is That.. Yo What's That Bulging Out Your Jacket, Son?) [Chorus: Free Murda (Run-Dmc Sample)] My, Black, Ninas, Bust Through Project Doors Fake Suspect 85's, On The Floor Cops Yell 'raid', I Wasn't Afraid And I Won't Stop Busting, Til I Get Paid Black Ninas... ("My, A..." *Scratched Up*) [Shacronz:] Everyday I Live This Thug Shit, Surrounded By Plus Whips Sitting On Dubs, Bitch, I Run With A Rough Click Dare One Of Ya'll To Say Something About My Team I Know You Fake Gangstas Out Your Lean Shoot Through Your Heart, Choke You Up, Then Rip Out Your Spleen SongtexteIf There's A Drought In New York, I'm Down South With Fiends Cash Rule Everything, So Give It Up, Pa Stash, Jewels, Everything, We Glittered Up, Pa Rocking Your Shit, Popping Your Bitch Send Fire, Raise An Empire, Copping More Bricks From A Place Where The Chicks Holding, Ride Or Die Walk With A Switch, Hips Swollen, Pitch Coke And Crack Get Money, Til I Die, Hit Honeys Til I Fry Grew Up Grungy, Hungry Til I Ride Apply Pressure, Time's Short, Need This Project Cake Lean On 'em, Like Project Gates [Chorus] [Free Murda:] C.C.F., Yo The Whole Hood On Some Shit, Niggas Is Sheisty Can't Explain How Them Faggots In The P's, Might Be All Stick Each Other, Like Teens Holding Tightly Try And Light Me, Be The Last Nigga You Might See Your Wifey, Grieving In The Morgue, That Like Me I Splash You, Have Your Gash, Look Like The Swoosh From Nike Fucking Freaking Bodies In The Process, Get You Clapped By My Set Ya'll Niggas Doggin' Free, You Gon' Die Wet Chicks In The P's Hoeing, Them Bitches Stay Blowing Them Bitches Stay Boning, My Guns Stay Toting Stick Niggas That Be Holding, When I Clap Ya'll Folding Leave Foods In The Streets, Soaking K-Tone In My Crib, Loading Brown Flag On My Wrist Rolling, Head Shots Til Ya'll Open Up Like A Store In The Morning Have You Laying Dead In The Train Station Like A Rodent [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania