Freedom Uncle Murda (Ft. Benny the Butcher, Jadakiss & Que Banz)

[Intro: Que Banz]
You know what the fuck it is, nigga
Free the guys

[Chorus: Que Banz]
Too much work on the clock, it turned the scale white
Flashbacks from the crib, thinkin' them jail nights
Shake it off, Ziplocs to keep the yay tight
Mail them birds, when they land, that's a safe flight
Them niggas know how we rockin', they know that we them niggas
I'm screamin', "Free all my niggas" until they free them niggas (Free 'em)
Yeah, it's free all my niggas until they free them niggas
Fuck the states, the feds on us 'cause we them niggas

[Verse 1: Uncle Murda]
Don't be stressin' who shorty fuckin' when you in the can
You know how bitches be, they could be your opp or your man
Long as she pick up your calls and she pull up when you answer
Put money on your books then that other shit shouldn't matter
You surrounded by niggas and takin' orders from crackers
Niggas get hit with that time, turn into authors and rappers (Haha)
Either that or niggas takin' they Shahadas or bloodin' in
Your bitches on the visits keep the contraband comin' in
Get the strap, niggas grabbin' they gun again
Twelve tryna give me that L, I just wanna win (Get my lawyers)
Fuck wantin' to win, we gotta win
We hit him, he ain't die, that nigga gotta get shot again (Spin that block)
Let the MAC or the forty hit 'em
He thought we wasn't gon' shoot 'cause he had his shorty with 'em (Bang-bang)
Caught him lackin', we had to head tap 'em (Bang)
He know too much, kill 'em before the feds snatch 'em (Woo)