Tekst:
Free Murda

Verse 1: (Prodigy) You's a notebook crook, with loose sleave beef a backseat criminal that pass the heat to somebody that blast the heat Man, it sound

Yeah.. yeah.. aight?Motherfuckers! Bitch-ass niggaz, faggots Come through nigga... YO! [Havoc] I creep on the tippy-toe, surprisin the enemy And

[Havoc] Won't stop 'til the casket drop The shit don't pop, better believe I have that work on the block With my left on the hammer, the other on a knot

It's a celebration y'all, let's do it Yeah, y'all, bounce, yeah, bounce Yeah aight? Aiyyo Cats like, "Hav', what the deal Dunn?" Nigga back on his grind

like [Verse 2 - Prodigy] Like I said Come through busting the gauge Huffing and puffing the haze Merck something for real I'm stuck in my ways Down for the murder

[ CHORUS ] [ Kool G Rap ] Yo, if you make a lotta cream and don't share them stacks [ Prodigy ] Yeah, it ain't where you from, it's where you at I know

[Noyd Talking] Somebody gon'(na) die in this bitch We about to "air it out" [Noyd Verse 1] I don't know what convinced you to mention the mobb Must of

like us A yo I rep QB 'til I R.I.P 96 buildings 6 blocks in QB Everyday is like a movie, so you know we had to pursuit it First joint "murda muzik" A

Artist: Twin Gambino Album: Infamous Mobb, Special Edition Song: B.I.G. T.W.I.N.S [Verse One: Twin Gambino] It's the B-I-G, T-W-I-N-S - and Queensbridge