| You know what the fuck it is, nigga
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| Free the guys
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| Too much work on the clock, it turned the scale white
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| Flashbacks from the crib, thinkin' them jail nights
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| Shake it off, Ziplocs to keep the yay tight
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| Mail them birds, when they land, that’s a safe flight
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| Them niggas know how we rockin', they know that we them niggas
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| I’m screamin', «Free all my niggas"until they free them niggas (Free 'em)
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| Yeah, it’s free all my niggas until they free them niggas
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| Fuck the states, the feds on us 'cause we them niggas
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| Don’t be stressin' who shorty fuckin' when you in the can
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| You know how bitches be, they could be your opp or your man
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| Long as she pick up your calls and she pull up when you answer
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| Put money on your books then that other shit shouldn’t matter
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| You surrounded by niggas and takin' orders from crackers
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| Niggas get hit with that time, turn into authors and rappers (Haha)
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| Either that or niggas takin' they Shahadas or bloodin' in
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| Your bitches on the visits keep the contraband comin' in
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| Get the strap, niggas grabbin' they gun again
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| Twelve tryna give me that L, I just wanna win (Get my lawyers)
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| Fuck wantin' to win, we gotta win
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| We hit him, he ain’t die, that nigga gotta get shot again (Spin that block)
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| Let the MAC or the forty hit 'em
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| He thought we wasn’t gon' shoot 'cause he had his shorty with 'em (Bang-bang)
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| Caught him lackin', we had to head tap 'em (Bang)
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| He know too much, kill 'em before the feds snatch 'em (Woo)
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| Too much work on the clock, it turned the scale white
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| Flashbacks from the crib, thinkin' them jail nights
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| Shake it off, Ziplocs to keep the yay tight
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| Mail them birds, when they land, that’s a safe flight
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| Them niggas know how we rockin', they know that we them niggas
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| I’m screamin', «Free all my niggas"until they free them niggas (Free 'em)
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| Yeah, it’s free all my niggas until they free them niggas
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| Fuck the states, the feds on us 'cause we them niggas
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| Yup, now you ready to hurt somethin' (Yeah)
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| Game don’t stop, nigga, long as the work comin' (Let's get it)
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| You know it’s hood love, always throw the church somethin' (Always)
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| Them niggas won’t try you, they know you will murk somethin' (Haha)
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| Business is business, I don’t mean to be rude with it (Nah)
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| All the transactions come with a tool visit (Yeah)
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| If it gotta go down, I don’t care who get it (Get it)
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| Crush the pills up and cut the dog food with it (Mm)
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| Bricks is waitin' to get flipped
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| Some niggas is short, some is waitin' to get shipped
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| My man go to the board, know that he gon' get hit (He know)
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| But he max out after that, nigga, so he lit
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| Flicked up, money orders and long kites (Yeah)
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| Any drama, niggas know that it’s on sight (On sight)
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| 20K for the walk-through (Mm)
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| The smaller the indictment, less people you talk to (Shh)
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| Too much work on the clock, it turned the scale white
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| Flashbacks from the crib, thinkin' them jail nights
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| Shake it off, Ziplocs to keep the yay tight
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| Mail them birds, when they land, that’s a safe flight
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| Them niggas know how we rockin', they know that we them niggas
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| I’m screamin', «Free all my niggas"until they free them niggas (Free 'em)
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| Yeah, it’s free all my niggas until they free them niggas
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| Fuck the states, the feds on us 'cause we them niggas
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| The goal is stack cheddar and be better than my dad
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| I know how it feel gettin' indictment letters to the pad
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| And goin' up for work, I was hesitant to stash
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| Set up by a fiend I gave credit in the past
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| Niggas ain’t loyal no more, it’s forgotten
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| You can’t enjoy the fruits of your labor if they rotten
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| My type stuck to the code without an option
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| My bitch found shit in my phone, I sent her shoppin'
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| Drink my pain away? |
| Enough don’t fit in a bottle (Nah)
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| Real shit, my nigga gettin' sentenced tomorrow (Treal)
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| Gettin' that L over family that took the stand
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| But never looked him in the eye when they shook his hand
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| I know a nigga doin' five flat
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| It’s supposed to be a dub, got off 'cause he a rat (You ain’t right, nigga)
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| But Jonesy did ten without a scratch
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| Keep it tar, nigga, I’m holdin' this down 'til you get back (Let's go)
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| Too much work on the clock, it turned the scale white
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| Flashbacks from the crib, thinkin' them jail nights
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| Shake it off, Ziplocs to keep the yay tight
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| Mail them birds, when they land, that’s a safe flight
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| Them niggas know how we rockin', they know that we them niggas
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| I’m screamin', «Free all my niggas"until they free them niggas (Free 'em)
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| Yeah, it’s free all my niggas until they free them niggas
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| Fuck the states, the feds on us 'cause we them niggas |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Freedom , by - Uncle Murda. Song from the album Don't Come Outside, Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп