Free game (Live) Lyrics

I'll pop a nigga to fuck up, nah, I'll pop a nigga to face off, he ain't got no hands or

No teeth, I threw the case off, we The grim reapers, 50 Will a knock your face off

Kill you for no reason, you gon' die before they bury me, big Chop, where that Draco

I'ma spray that bitch from 8 to 3, Born in 85, niggas felt me back It In 83, they lied and said

I snitched so they could try to steal the lane from me, I still love em, follow all this shit

cause they was saving me, the zone was established, at my crib we was the red boys, but even then

we was known for leaving niggas dead, boy, I'm on your head, boy, it ain't nowhere that you can hide

from me, you paying her to fuck, she right here begging me to try for free, right now, real shit

Everybody's blowing the fuck up, I got bitches trying to fuck me, Right now, so no bullshit

Consistent how I played it, Patient how I made it,

Waiting For that pale moon light to dance with Satan,

Turn every street into Elm Street, I'm Wes Craven, but we Ain't need a script to bust down

Pills in West Haven, buying out Bars, renting out cars, so much Weed in this bitch, the whip said

the door ajar, thanks to my lawyer, we made it, I had a great day, until my little drive from Grace

Them was great plates, if I take you out over dinner, this was not a date,

Calendar could even

pinpoint the day you got erased, From point blank range, we lick a shot, this is not a chase,

I made it rain and walk on water, that's how I got my name, God So,

In the kitchen making angels out

Of snow, a bad bitch that don't Drink Henny, scream he got the Blow