Текстове на песни:
Free Murder Ride Ride Ride

ride, ride, ride, ride Me and my niggas, ride, ride, ride, ride Me and my niggas, ride, better run, better hide Me and my niggas, ride, ride, ride, ride

floor Out the back window I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape Mad with no music but happy 'cause I'm free And the streets

my vest clashes hard with the Versace So I'm just rollin' in the black five hun' I used to low ride, now it's just for fun I had five cars, but now

statistic that said I'll be dead or fucking broke This is history Your kids, kids, kids, kids going to book report me but And I think they want to murder

motherfuckin' cops body rott Body rott, body rott I heard I murda, I heard I murda, I heard Yeah nigga we heard about all of the murders Look what

]- only ride for you, if you ride for me [singer]- the way he sticks it in, and takes his time [fatal]- nasty new, pyt, dem come for free Verse two

Cord, I swing swords behold the prolifical Rhyme writer, hip-hop provider prize fighter Live wire, quick to set the mic on fire I speak legalized dope, hit man for hire I quote murderous

St. Lunatics, nigga know that, know that Supreme team, if we lose you open your minds Start readin' some things, we got it, holla at us, c'mon Easy with that murder, murder, murder

out They will be my drug out, young niggas grilled out Smokin on some sticky green, stop the car for the gangsta lean Murder, murder, (murder, murder