Ace Hood - Free My Niggas + LYRICS ( The Statement 2 MixTAPE) |
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Ace hood free my niggas from the mixtape The Statement 2
[intro:] hey man this a message to the judge mother f****n' da mother f****n' fed's ha! chorus: my homie hit me on the hip and say he outta jail said he beat the charge crackers let him post a bail i told him, "ok, i'll be there in 30 minutes" hit the interstate, the chevy on them 26's f**k the police, and the judge too here's a message to my hood, and my whole crew free my niggas free my niggas free my niggas free my niggas free my niggas free my niggas free my n***a! hundred miles a hour, speedin' on the interstate i'm just tryin' to dodge the fed's and penitentiary i keep my pistol on me strictly for my enemies a n***a playin', bet that he put out his misery old school, drop top, thuggin' i will not stop see a b***h i want and make her strip just like a chop shot f**k you niggas they snitchin' on everybody free my niggas free my niggas that s**t go for everybody let my homie boosie go and my n***a super zoe i've been on that money tip shows go for 20 more yeah my dawg jumpin' he already got his jury on rocks in every pocket he already got his money long that's just what the real do p***y we don't feel you jump up out the phantom, louie sandals when i peel through hatin' i am shell proof yeah n***a shell proof i almost forgot free my n***a stan fool chorus: my homie hit me on the hip and say he outta jail said he beat the charge crackers let him post a bail i told him, "ok, i'll be there in 30 minutes" hit the interstate, the chevy on them 26's f**k the police, and the judge too here's a message to my hood, and my whole crew free my niggas free my niggas free my niggas free my niggas free my niggas free my niggas free my n***a! i think my phone ringin' number i don't recognize i look up at the phone they called a couple times so i pick up that b***h like, "who the f**k is this?" my dawg said, "yo!" i'm like, "oh s**t!" "what up n***a, what up n***a?" he said, "i hit your phone just to f**k with ya" i asked him how he up he said, "i'm maintainin'" cell phone in jail, i'm like i can't blame him judge try'na give my n***a 3 to 5 lawyer try'na minimize them numbers down he said some n***a snitchin' when they went to trial them fed's caught him slippin', we was kind'a wild i holler free my niggas every single concert salute to all my homies who was 'round first i do this for ya'll, i do this for ya'll and soon my niggas get here we gonna f****n' ball! chorus: my homie hit me on the hip and say he outta jail said he beat the charge crackers let him post a bail i told him, "ok, i'll be there in 30 minutes" hit the interstate, the chevy on them 26's f**k the police, and the judge too here's a message to my hood, and my whole crew free my niggas free my niggas free my niggas free my niggas free my niggas free my niggas free my n***a! |