them Seven Dwarfs [Chorus: Free Murda] This one for Dirt, didididi-do, yea This one for Dirt, didididi-do, yea This one for Dirt, didididi-do, yea This one for Dirt
pain get nigga,High til i die,Burry me a G iA'm srapped,A made nigga never worry me iA'm free this is stricly for my niggaz now,bless the dead,you know
magazines Or watch me on the TV screen If you ever tryin' to take for me That's gon' be the last day you breath Nobody here rides for free You fuckin'
up, ain't no love They won?t let me out, think they testin' me Check this out Incarcerated, eliminated, I sure hated it It's hard labor for life that?s
thug or you wuz I get super drunk Boy that niggaz got a buzz So let me spit on this, yo let me shit on this Thugged out is the label murder you is the
murder's told Bring me back thirteen and my birth is sold Learn the code, then meet me at the service road Now you all understand what this person know
in the dirt For all my souljas gone, we burnin' the earth Outlawz worldwide, we pack the block Shootin' rocks at the kid, I'll bust back for Pac Ask
I've been a hot boy for a long motherfuckin' time, ya heard me. It was cool for a minute, but shit I gotta jump up out this shit. Free from murder attempts
this For all my niggaz dat's dead and gone and ain't here (time for us tru niggaz to get y'all niggaz high) Smoke somethin (silkk in this bitch, c-murder
, I'm just the dirt Until it's time for me to split, chill, I got to murd.... Hook (x16) Verse 2: dray, skoob Yeah yeah Well comin back, it's like
of this for all my niggaz dat's dead and gone and ain't here (time for us TRU niggaz to get ya'll niggaz high) Smoke somethin (Silkk in this bitch, C-
! It's gon' be four more years in the golden era It's gon' be no more fears of the global terror It's gon' be an eye for an eye til' they're totally
me out Think they testin me (this world's so sure) Check this out [Verse 1] Incarcerated, eliminated I sure hate it It's hard labour for life thats
alert, free yo bitch if she a flirt, many feelin's gettin hurt Grimy niggas do there dirt, night time black shirts, even hoes couldn't work The block is hot boy, that's
Nigga, High til I die, Burry me a G I'm strapped, A made nigga never worry me, I'm free This is stricly for my niggaz now Bless the dead, You know life
wuz I get super drunk Boy that niggaz got a buzz So let me spit on this, yo let me shit on this Thugged out is the label murder you is the click And
time,it's comin always(Yeah!) They lock me up for 12 days,I can't comprehend Now I'm a free man on the streets again Chasin St.Ide's down with some Seagrams
Kim titties Dirt Dog, we miss you, now it's time to murder the game Cause if things change, you know it ain't against Wu [Chorus x1.5: sample] What