Feet And Hands

[Chorus x4: Free Murda]

When I say 'don't get danced on', I don't mean the dance floor

We put feets and hands on, (you and your man, boy)

[Free Murda:]

Nigga ain't miss a step, daddy, you better, step, daddy

I love older women, bout to be a step-daddy

Like Baby Boy, I'm nothing like Jody

I would of had homie, crawling like a baby boy

With the gat to his head, like what you take me for

You must be crazy, dog, I let the eighty off

Clap, go and tell your aunt, to stop by

Cuz crack'll only 'sell a man' like I'm Popeye

I get it from papa, papi get me deals

Wise guy, index finger, get a semi chills

Jerk me, why try, that get many killed

I'm high, why I never let the Henny spill

Won't stop, I want that ice band on my wrist

That'll have your bitch, and whores, stance on my dick

Like she doing jujitsu, plus my hand on them bits

Know all my kicks new, got you paying all my shit

[Chorus x4]

[Free Murda:]

And my son half oh-yay, talk that shit

Had a fiend sing like The O'Jays, off that hit

Nigga, off that click, gotta save the good

To have niggas stomachs looking like the kids from Save the Children, ey

Got more bread and cheese than a Sicilian, ey

One in your head, one in your head, I'm a villain, ey

Listen, Scrappy, I put one through your nappy, head

You be dead, on your way to Daphne

Want me, better catch me, you know where I'm at, B.

And you better 'duck', nigga, like you Daffy

Yeah, I'm in the trunk, nigga, you know where the hash, be

Now, D "for" an L, like I sing Laffy Taffy

Taught breezy, gon' pop me, dog, and you scooby, too

It's really easy to spot you, dog, like you Scooby-Doo

In that fake Gucci shit, you get no coochie, bitch

You better 'do the right thing', like Mookie, bitch

I send your wife, the eye line, without a kuffie, bitch

You getting wet, like aqua, by some goofy, shit

That coke had the cook, don't even try to look

But if you still, you lose a hand like Captain Hook

[Chorus x4]