Ace Hood

Ace Hood - Free My Niggas lyrics

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[Intro:]

Hey man

This a message to the judge

Mother fuckin’ DA

Mother fuckin’ 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

Fuck 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 nigga!

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 nigga playin’, bet that he put out his misery

Old school, drop top, thuggin’ I will not stop

See a bitch I want and make her strip just like a chop shot

Fuck you

Niggas

They snitchin’ 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’

He already got his jury 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

Hatin’ I am shell proof

Yeah nigga shell proof

I almost forgot

Free my nigga 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

Fuck 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 nigga!

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 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 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 fuckin’ 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

Fuck 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 nigga!

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