all) (Suge Knight) Hopin God show me well [Free Larry Hoover (Larry Hoover)] Free my cousin Keith y'all, *?Hawawrka?* free free free 'em all (inside my
Översättning: Gang Related soundtrack. Gratis 'em All [j. Flex Tenkamenin F].
murderous, huh Now do you think that you can fade Jamal, I fade dem all And if I have to kill 'em all, I shall One two y'all, you know I rocked ya Step
it's on, nigga Not tonight, I wanna hear my song And let Flex drops bombs when the shit come on, let's get it [Chorus] [Sheek Louch] Ok, Flex let Sheek on his Cool J
walk in, I might kick you in the head Maybe I got seven therapists, I been committed But my manager he got me free, double A y'all Eighteen pills a
em' they all want me to screw em' I introduce myself and panties start fallin no dinner dates fuck stallin your girl his wife it don't matter they all
Leakin', all hot, none eatin' Slow down, son, you're kill 'em Okay, you can bring it to 'em Everyday, just like Mary J. Sippin' iced teas in the E and J
cause Hip Hop's my center And all you fakes'd be dodging motion sensors to enter Aiyyo Its about that time to rhyme (rhyme) and give 'em what they like
until cover Make you see murder [C-Murder] like Master P' brother (Yea, what's the deal baby, yea, free Ras Kass, feel me) [Chorus Stoupe]x2 "C'mon, let 'em
of Mischief, Extra Pro, down with Hiero (Hierogliphics in the house) It's like that y'all (It's like that y'all, ya don't stop Check it out y'all, ya
much Funkmaster Flex I wanna thank y'all This is the chief rocker Busy Bee signin out This is too much, I got free franks, free hot dogs, free sodas free
y'all) (Suge Knight) Hopin God show me well [Free Larry Hoover (Larry Hoover)] Free my cousin Keith y'all, *?Hawawrka?* free free free 'em all (inside
wish you all the best [Chorus] Sendin' this out to everyone in Halifax Ha Joe Run, Jolly Green, Flex Man, my man J-Bru, Bonshah, can't forget Ground Squad, Spesh K, J
care less I wish you all the best [Chorus] [Outro] Sendin this out for everyone in Halifax Joe One, Jolly Green, Flex Man, my man J Brew Can't forget Ground Squad, Spec K, ha J
lie, as soon as I speak to em They all want me to screw em I introduce myself, and panties start falling No dinner-dates, fuck stalling Your girl, his wife, it don't matter They all
afrter push ups and dips As for this mic they don't want nothin (Why?) 'Cause I eat 'em for breakfast, oatmeal cornmuffins Lil' insects y'all all buggin Flex
