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[Intro: Free Murda] Yea, turn my mic up loud, you know And my earphone, put the level in And let me take these young boys to school Knowhatimean, Division... [Hook: Free Murda] This F-R Double E, out of curse I'm still Lil' Free, but Murda B-R Double O K-L-Y-N M-I-Double D L-E, got it Now shorty, go gold, he gon' be aight This one is going home, to Fort Greene, aight And cassette, for my toes, to or to clean my Nikes Forty 'matic chrome, help me sleep at night [Free Murda:] Breathe, inhale, then exhale Ya'll ain't gon' succeed, tryin' to exhale Nigga showing they ass, forgot sex sales Bout to flip like that door on the Nextel Nigga knock on my door, for tech shells Little dumb ass nigga ain't aimed the tech well Dropped a hit, little kids, now can't catch spells You came straight to the crib, like FedEx mail Songtexte[Chorus x2: Free Murda] You can never be better than me You can never be better than Free You can never be better than me Baby, baby, no better than Free [Hook] Aus Songtexte Mania