"P" Is Still Free

Ah yeah, all ruffneck rudebwoy hold tight

Just a little somethin' for the Jeep

Turn my voice up a little bit, let's get this started

Comin' to you live and direct from the 1986 version, comin' up to 1993

Of course, Premier on the beat, now check it out

The girlies is free 'cause the crack cost money, oh yeah

I said the girlies is free 'cause the crack cost money, oh yeah

Ridin' one day in a '92 Beamer

After seven years I seen Denise she still a skeezer

But look what she did, she went and had a kid, no dad

And just released her ass out the rehab

You think she'd act like she don't know

She's still a hoe but I'm checkin' my man for the show

Hi, DJ KRS

She tried to shake her butt, I rolled my window up

She got pissed and said, "You ain't all that"

And went and got some other girl schemin' for crack

In my car, I couldn't hear what they spoke about

I hit the accelerator and I was out

I never check my man but I knew the plan

Come to the jam MC's in there be thinkin' they Superman

Sure enough, the place is packed with no breeze

Crazy girls and wall to wall MC's

I'm like a cat these MC's are Fancy Feast

I'm thinkin' of rhymes but I'm interrupted by Denise

She said, "Kris, I really need a favor, honey

My girlfriend here really needs some quick money"

I looked at her girlfriend and her girlfriend was fly

But I ain't stupid, she had that look in her eye

I touched her back, she said, "Denise has he got the crack?

Is he the one? I gotta run back and feed my son"

I said, "How old is your son?" She said, "Three months"

I walked away but my man cold bust her fronts

So she pulled out a gun and shot him in the party

Except for the MC's, I knew everybody

She tried to let off a shot, one more time

But got stomped so bad, she turned to whine

No one could find Denise for several weeks

You know the time on this '93 beat

The girlies is free 'cause the crack cost money, oh yeah

I said the girlies is free 'cause the crack cost money, oh yeah

I knew a group that had a dope lead singer

Swinger, single guy, that knew his style was fly

After the show he was tired sweaty and kinda sloppy

But of course, a million girls are in the lobby

He saw a group of girls hangin' out and lookin' good

So he took one to his room because he knew he could

Inside the room he said, "Make love to me and never stop"

She said, "Sure, but how's about a crack rock?"

I knew my man down the hall had it all

So he called, down the hall but homeboy wasn't there at all

He turned to the girl and said, "My man ain't there"

So she let down her hair, unzipped his pants down right there

Oral sex in effect or rather deep throat

But just before he came she bit his dick and slit his throat

As he fell back dizzy, he began to choke

She took his wallet and said, "You ain't broke"

The girlies is free 'cause the crack cost money, oh yeah

I said the girlies is free 'cause the crack cost money, oh yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Yes, Premier you know you rule hip-hop

An' yes, Ced Gee you know you run hip-hop

An' yes, Kenny bwoy you run hip-hop

An' but KRS-One'll rock it non-stop

When I'm in Brooklyn, we rulin' hip-hop

When I'm in Jersey, we runnin' hip-hop

Over in Brazil yes, we rulin' hip-hop

Over in Germany, we rulin' hip-hop

But in New York, we rulin' y'all tonight badda-bye-bye-bye

In New York, we rulin' y'all tonight

We come to rock you whether you black or you white

'Cause KRS-One, you know I'm never frank, come catch the style

The girlies is free 'cause the crack cost money, oh yeah

I said the girlies is free 'cause the crack cost money, oh yeah

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