Free My Niggas Lyrics - The Statement 2 - Ace Hood

[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! 

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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 

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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 â 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!