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[Intro: Free Murda] Yeah, uh-huh, yea Brooklyn, Fort Greene Division, check.. check.. What? Huh.. Division [Chorus: Free Murda] No, ya'll ain't never gon' take this money Ya'll ain't never gon' take this from me Tuck in my waist, you can make shit ugly Pop in ya face, if you think shit funny Ya'll ain't never gon' take this money Ya'll ain't never gon' take this from me Broads they like, on sight Or we can get it on tonight [Free Murda:] The thing to your mouth, you can't risk, can't flip Tried to get me canned like Manwich You ain't gotta leave, but you gotta get out of 'here' like dandruff Fuck around and get that little head all bandaged The fuck off, once I drive the truck, up the ave. Buck off your cast, now you can't move Stucked up the ave., didn't tell ya mans move Bust off that cash, then moved to Cancun I want that whole ave., give this man room SongtexteGet into you get something you can't do Get you out of here, then we out of here, breeze off In that Roc-A-Wear valor, pop ya hair, for sure Laying in the dirt, be getting a lot of fans on tour My niggas take blaze, because the PJ's taught Clap a nigga, he gon' 'play the station' like EA sports It ain't a game, yo, how I just let that thang go [Chorus] [Free Murda:] Why that nigga Tone, watching 106 & Park I'm on the block, til it turn 106 in the park I'm out in my 1-06, that's parked On Park Ave., smoking one whole spliff that's charmed One whole clip that bark is all I need And a nigga like Free, quick to lay you with chalk My whole click got c-notes that they can lay in Free ain't Benzino, but he 'made men' I have nigga round ya way with macks, boy I have you surrounded with chalk like black boards My niggas clap, not on them back boards Roll up like the Texans, in black Fords Gats towards ya Honda Accord Ya'll can't act hard til them wheels fast forward Right up on ya, light up corners Police get 'em right up of us [Chorus] [Free Murda:] Five hundred mill or better, dog, now that's money Roll in a five hundred, ya'll, now that's ugly Better ask money, flip shit, they gon' act funny My watcher baby get that cash money Since a juvenile, strapped with 21 niggas Never took that gat from me, what? As far as I can see, niggas don't want that fast money Don't wanna be looking over the shoulders with the fast, money Better dash, money, if ya bitch wanna talk Shut her lips, before I blast honey Division, we get dollars, blowing white Impala Roll up on her, trick, they get nada Talking all that shit, we gon' holla If it don't mean flizz, then why bother All that illing, like fast food, they getting took out Doing all this grilling, it ain't even a cook out [Chorus x2] Aus Songtexte Mania