check.. What? Huh.. Division [Chorus: Free Murda] No, ya'll ain't never gon' take this money Ya'll ain't never gon' take this from me Tuck in my waist
time, that I would take her life I shot a nigga in his neck for disrespect, caught a body Got a murder in Miami for a shoot-out at a party Got blood
nigga introduced me to that other side He said listen you plan out what you wanna do You out thinkin? you grown you got a lot to prove Ain?t nuttin? free in this world You gotta take
Murdering is not Islam, and you are not observant And you are not a Muslim Israel don't take my side, 'cause look how far you've pushed them Walk with me into the ghetto, this
, our nigga out of jail In this give or take world I got what it takes Put you out your misery, Kathy Bates I'm Young Money, I'm Cash Money If we could
bandannas America, pay attention (America) Wake up, this is not what you think it is (America) America, pay attention (America) This is not what you think it is America (America, this
Stare into the air, inspiration from the atmosphere I think of old ghosts, that ain't even here Like Alex Haley take notes on this biography My family
test nuts with Flesh I'm feelin' to lynch ya, mo murda You're runnin' up eye to eye with death Praise the Flesh, now nevertheless you're takin' a loss And this
my kind Code murder one, code murder one Code murder one, code murder one Murder them mo Code murder one, code murder one Code murder one, code murder one Murder
your life In hot pursuit and you got to shoot to stay free, scream Murda on the government, take me No surrender, no retreat Might as well say Fuck this
we are, so we tell them This is D Block, mighty mighty D Block Everywhere we go, people wanna know Who we are, so we tell them This is D Block, mighty
the most real money Chorus [singer]- take your time young thug [fatal]- murder one cases, faces, chance [singer]- 'cause, you fall in love [fatal]- thug get the money
, and slit ya throat Carry my weight like luggage, my bone is thuggish ruggish It's on from storm, I'm wearin' the teflon vest Rest in born in rubbish, free
have the key Take your clothes of biatch, take your clothes off Take your clothes of biatch, take your clothes off Take your clothes of biatch, take your clothes off Take your clothes of biatch, take
all born to die So get the money nigga! Tequila Sunrise, bloodshot eyes Realize we're all born to die So get the money nigga! I never knew money like this
