Muhammad Ali Songtext
von Spinabenz & Whoppa Wit da Choppa

Oh well, stop playin′ with bitch niggas

Keep your clothes on a bitch, that pussy not right
I'ma pull up with this Glock but beat your ass like I′m Mike Tyson
Ain't going back and forth for the net, I am not tight
My Glock don't like girls, she got a dick like it′s Big Don
I′ve been trying to smoke her off but these niggas high
Oh you miss Smooky? We'll meet him in the sky

It′s a celebration every time a nigga die
Lookin' for some nitrate to settle for some three-five
Put your Benz on, nigga let′s to rack for rack
I know the opps sad, they went to funerals back to back
This gon' leak, get your ass turned to a pack
Jump out this, throwin′ the guys that got a stupid ass smack

I'm relaxing on this beat, ain't telling no lies
Yeah your dog is good man, nigga that′s your profile
Your niggas buyin′ drip but my niggas buyin' more fight
He ain′t going home tonight, we'll catch him at his hoe′s spot
How your mama get shawty, you don't get in a fill
If that won′t make you slide, nigga I don't know what will


I heard your dog got caught tryna do a drill
Fuck your crack dummy but I hope that he don't fuckin′ squeal
All these niggas ain′t my sons, give 'em baby bill
We the ones got you sneakin′, wanna do a drill
We got everybody saying cool interval
I don't fuck with niggas because these niggas don′t keep shit real

We the ones that weed the opps and nigga fuck a deal
Point this .30 baby, tell me how I make you feel
If you don't wanna fuck you can get up out my crib
Ain′t doin' all that talking, you can leave, that's just what it is
Nigga, you don′t want these problems, we′ll wipe them with that chopper
'Cause bitch you know he coming green, like the spliffs behind him

Why would he be snappin′ down, why nobody signed him?
The labels know I'm drilling on the opps tryna find him
Bullets hit a nigga, he can′t talk, look like he miming
All these hoes do what I say but I ain't Simon
Keep it real, we be having all the opps crying
God strike me down in this booth if I′m lying


Hold on, real quick, start the fucking beat
I'm slowed up on lean, own this act, it's for my nigga Ali
Five years later, niggas still dying by a beat
I hit your baby mama on that ass, it was just me and queen
She told me, "Pay for that pussy," that′s just not me
I said I want it on the house, she said it′s not free
I'm trying to hit her with my stick but this ain′t hockey
I'm walkin′ with that chopper but these hands Muhammed Ali

Yeah these hands Muhammed Ali, bitch
Beat yo' ass like I′m Rocky
Yeah, 'preciate R man, you know I be rockin' nigga
Free the Game