Free Murder

Feet And Hands

Free Murder


[Chorus x4: Free Murda] 
When I say 'don't get danced on', I don't mean the dance floor 
We put feets and hands on, (you and your man, boy) 

[Free Murda:] 
Nigga ain't miss a step, daddy, you better, step, daddy 
I love older women, bout to be a step-daddy 
Like Baby Boy, I'm nothing like Jody 
I would of had homie, crawling like a baby boy 
With the gat to his head, like what you take me for 
You must be crazy, dog, I let the eighty off 
Clap, go and tell your aunt, to stop by 
Cuz crack'll only 'sell a man' like I'm Popeye 
I get it from papa, papi get me deals 
Wise guy, index finger, get a semi chills 
Jerk me, why try, that get many killed 
I'm high, why I never let the Henny spill 
Won't stop, I want that ice band on my wrist 
That'll have your bitch, and whores, stance on my dick 
Like she doing jujitsu, plus my hand on them bits 
Know all my kicks new, got you paying all my shit 

[Chorus x4] 

[Free Murda:] 
And my son half oh-yay, talk that shit 
Had a fiend sing like The O'Jays, off that hit 
Nigga, off that click, gotta save the good 
To have niggas stomachs looking like the kids from Save the Children, ey 
Got more bread and cheese than a Sicilian, ey 
One in your head, one in your head, I'm a villain, ey 
Listen, Scrappy, I put one through your nappy, head 
You be dead, on your way to Daphne 
Want me, better catch me, you know where I'm at, B. 
And you better 'duck', nigga, like you Daffy 
Yeah, I'm in the trunk, nigga, you know where the hash, be 
Now, D "for" an L, like I sing Laffy Taffy 
Taught breezy, gon' pop me, dog, and you scooby, too 
It's really easy to spot you, dog, like you Scooby-Doo 
In that fake Gucci shit, you get no coochie, bitch 
You better 'do the right thing', like Mookie, bitch 
I send your wife, the eye line, without a kuffie, bitch 
You getting wet, like aqua, by some goofy, shit 
That coke had the cook, don't even try to look 
But if you still, you lose a hand like Captain Hook 

[Chorus x4]