Gangster Theme

[Intro: Freemurder]

Gangsta niggas, what

Gangsta bitches, what

Gangsta killas, what

Gangsta niggas, what

Straight gangsta bitches

Gangsta bitches, what

Gangsta killas, what

[Hook]

Uh, Brooklyn is where we come from, come from

U.K. known to fill 'em up with dumdums

In the car seat, uh-huh

Lil' Free, that's where you get guns from, guns from

[Chorus: Freemurder]

Gangsta killas, what

Gangsta niggas, what

Gangsta bitches, what

Gangsta killas, what

Gangsta niggas, what

Straight gangsta bitches, what

Gangsta killas, what

Gangsta niggas, what

[Freemurder]

Party and be more, floor with four honeys

Cars with three more, none of them hoes ugly

'Preme upstairs, nuttin on hoes tummies

While you grindin ugly freaks, like Seymour from Mo' Money

Hard as a rock, straight up and down like sea-saws

And free, Pete Rose, Free ski whores

Straight jaw bone, fuck eatin pussy

Straight hormone jumpin when I'm beatin pussy

Suspects keep lyin bout they weed and gats

Till I catch them, change the subject like readin a map

Drug off, Desperado, Amaretto

Bustin Berettas, up in you ghetto, alcoholic

He's so heavy like Chris Wallace

And try to get me off the floor with my shit brolic

Like brand new gators, yo I love my shit polish

Flip on niggas, till they demolish, abolish

Many niggas, friendly niggas turn enemy niggas

Burn plenty of niggas, don't tick me nigga

Little that you know, that shit don't offend me nigga

And if one of y'all kill me, God avenge me nigga

[Hook] *'U.K.' instead of 'Lil' Free'*

[Chorus]

[Freemurder]

Off to the telly, eyes ring me up on the celly

All them niggas is fools, satisfy ya belly

Niggas keep slidin thru like KY Jelly

Talkin nonsense, what you tryin tell me

Blood Gotti, rollin with a red scully

Punk shotties, aimin out of red Chevy's

0 Tray one, trade one guns, straight blood up

Actin gigantic, till you get cut up

Guns be titanic, make ya ass buck up

Caught you real high standin, that's how you got stuck up

On the block drippin, and read the glocks hittin

All the cops wishin, I'm mad and not shittin

Fuck police, we all hold four heats

And put four D's under four seats

And on the concrete, waitin for the coroner

Fuck Guliani, Free slaughterin ya

Little bitch, years ago, Free ignorin ya

Lil' Kim bitches, Free adorin ya

Where I'm from? Brooklyn, get them dum's, Brooklyn

Get the ones, Brooklyn, afraid of none, Brooklyn

Uh, Brooklyn is Gun Ho, U.K. shit we kick to let the

gun blow

[Hook]

[Chorus]

[Freemurder]

NYC, gangsta killa, Brownsville

Niggas that fake the killa, be foul killed

Triggas await killas, Free pound peel

Niggas I hate, stealers on some we found skills

Chill holmes, three round skill

From the four-long, kick pressure, my forearm

That shit had me fallin all out my stands

Watch ya blood keep pourin all out cha man

It's a flood, blood drorrin all out cha man

Slugs in ya truck, now blood fallin out ya van

And dad it up, click just banana'd up

Might as well open the door, cuz I'm tearin it up

Shittin all in the whip, got you scared as fuck

Hopin that you won't die, like Montana bro'

With Scarface, all in my grill, with the hard face

Get sent on a journey to a far far place

[Chorus: just sayin 'gangsta killa']

[Hook]

[Chorus]

[Outro: ShaCronz (Freemurder)]

Hahahaha

Yo Freemurder man this is that gangsta shit man

This is that universal gangsta shit

You know that East Coast/West Coast type of shit, man

This is that real shit, that b-life shit man

We've been doin this shit for years man

You know, ever since our fathers man

You know man, the Device Lords, the Young Lords

The Black Spades, the Ball Bustas

We've been doin this shit on the East Coast man

KnowhatI'msayin? Keep that 5 alive, Freemurder

Let them know, this is the East side, killa thrilla

Death row till we die man, word up man

Freemurder man, b-life or no life

(Oh don't forget them Tomahawks nigga, my pops'll kill you

Shit is real, P-Stone, Paroo Bloods, you real like I'm real

This is for them gangstas across the world

East side homies)