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Ace Hood

Free My Niggas

 

Free My Niggas

(album: The Statement 2 - 2011)


[Intro:]
Hey man
This a message to the judge
Mother fucking DA
Mother fucking fed's

HA!

[Hook:]
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
Fuck the police, and the judge too
Here's a message from 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 nigga!

[Verse 1:]
Hundred miles n' hour, speeding on the interstate
I'm just trying to dodge the fed's and penitentiary
I keep my pistol on me strictly for my enemies
A nigga playing, bet that he put out his misery
Old school, drop top, thugging I will not stop
See a bitch I want and make her strip just like a chop shop
Fuck you!
Niggas
They snitching on everybody
Free my niggas
Free my niggas
That shit go for everybody
Let my homie Boosie go
And my nigga Super Zoe
I've been on that money tip
Shows go for 20 more
Yeah my dawg jumpin'in
He already got his jewelry on
Rocks in every pocket
He already got his money long
That's just what the real do
Pussy we don't feel you
Jump up out the Phantom, Louie sandals when I peel through
Hating I am sheild proof
Yeah nigga sheild proof
I almost forgot
[?] free my nigga Stan fool

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I think my phone ringing
Number I don't recognize
I look up at the phone they called a couple times
So I pick up that bitch like, "Who the fuck is this?"
My dawg said, "Yo!"
I'm like, "Oh shit!"
"What up nigga, what up nigga?"
He said, "I hit your phone just to fuck 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 nigga 3 to 5
Lawyer try'na minimize them numbers down
He said some nigga snitching when they went to trial
Them fed's caught him slipping, 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 fucking ball!

[Hook]

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