Freemurder - The Drop Off lyrics

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Freemurder - The Drop Off lyrics

[Intro: Daddy-O (RZA)] Yo, yo, yo, yo Bobby What up, what up? I can't really hear you Aiyo, I left ten pounds in the trunk and I gave Sha' ten Make sure he drops them sh**s off I'm on my way back to Mexico, to pick up another hundred (What up?) Can you hear me? can you hear me? (Uh-huh) Yo make the drop off, don't forget man! [ShaCronz] I got n***as on the block, block n***as with them gats, gats n***as on the strip, strip Pumpin' them packs, packs To my workers that stays sharp like razors Play my part and blaze it, we braveheart with paper My n***as got that Dutch, Dutch n***as got that black, black n***as got a b**h, b**h, head in they lap, lap My team ain't wit' it, we dreamed and did it Leaned and pivot, schemed for digits Everything you seen, we lived it n***a front then we get at duke Dick hard like statues go to hole like Shaq do Cut you like a cantelope Like Iverson the truth and the answer I'm the poison and the antidote Don't care if the b**h cute, we don't s** raw We play the corners like the castles on a chess board Up in the Lex 4, drinkin' a Beck's boy Shoppin' in the best stores, I'm the n***a to check for [Hook: Freemurder] Wanna spend our cheese, smoke all our weed No tattoo on titties, sayin' F-R-E And my n***a Crizzee baby, and my n***a Digi baby Wanna spend our cheese, smoke all our weed No tattoo on titties, sayin' Bob Digi Or ShaCrizzee baby, or Lil' Frizzee baby [Interlude: girl (RZA)] *moaning* Bobby stop! Bobby *sirens* the cops is comin *moans* (That sh** is tight girl) *cops: "hey you!" *moans* (f** that mothaf**a, you know how I do) *sirens* *moans* *car speeding off* [RZA] Up in the drop-top Boxter headin' the opposite Direction of the cop inside the chopper I got the tall Grey Goose vodka This b**h on my side, with no panties, finger pop her Ten pounds of skunk up in the front trunk Bird like hittin' a blunt, about to cum, and I'm pinchin' her c*nt *girl moans* Ninety miles per hour I'm like "f** these punks!" It's the land of the free son, you only live once You a smart motherf**er or stupid dunce? Music blastin', she orgasm like a singer Sweet, wet p**y got all over my fingers Now I'm sniffin' my hand, I'm shiftin' the plan Got the pedal to the floor, goin' swift as I can Hit the exit, chk-chk-chuh, make the left quick Hit the garage and slip inside the Lexus I got many whips, many clips, many chicks And my dick's been s**ed by many lips Many tips, on many vicks, many sticks And left the God with plenty chips [Girl] He got many whips, many clips, many chicks And his dick's been s**ed by many lips Many tips, on many vicks, many sticks And left the bar with plenty chips [Hook]

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