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Awww yeah! All ruffneck rudebwoy hold tightJust a little somethin for the JeepTurn my voice up a little bit and let's get this startedComin to you live and direct from the 1986 versionComin up to 1993Of course Premier on the beatNow check it outThe girlies is FREEE EEE cause the crack cost money oh yeah!I said the girlies is FREEE EEE cause the crack cost money oh yeah!Ridin one day in a '92 BeamerAfter seven years I seen Denise she still a skeezerBut look what she did, she went and had a kid -- no dadAnd just released her ass out the rehabYou think she'd act like she don't knowShe's still a hoe, but umm check my man for the show'Hiiiii, DJ K-R-S'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 crackIn my car, I couldn't hear what they spoke aboutI hit the ac-celerator and I was out!I never check my man but I knew the planCome to the jam MC's in there be thinkin they SupermanSure enough, the place is packed with no breezeCrazy girls -- and wall to wall MC'sI'm like a cat these MC's are Fancy FeastI'm thinkin of rhymes but I'm interrupted by DeniseShe said, 'Kris I really need a favor honeyMy girlfriend here really needs some quick money!'I looked at her girlfriend and her girlfriend was flyBut I ain't stupid, she had that LOOK in her eyeI 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 frontsSo she pulled out a gun and shot him in the partyExcept for the MC's, I knew EVERYBODYShe tried to let off a shot, one more timeBut got stomped so bad, she turned to wineNo one could find Denise for several weeks[P Is Still Free lyrics on http://www.elyricsworld.com]You know the time, on this '93 beatThe girlies is FREEE-EEE, cause the crack cost money, oh yeah!I said the girlies is FREEE-EEE, cause the crack cost money, oh yeah!I knew a group that had a dope lead singerSwinger, single guy, that knew his style was flyAfter the show he was tired sweaty and kinda sloppyBut of course, a million girls are in the lobby!He saw a group of girls hangin out and lookin goodSo he took one to his room because he knew he couldInside 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 allSo he called, down the hall, but homeboy wasn't there at allHe turned to the girl and said, 'My man ain't there'So she let down her hair, unzipped his pants down right thereOral sex in effect, or rather deep throatBut just before he came she bit his dick and slit his throatAs he fell back dizzy, he began to chokeShe took his wallet and said, 'You ain't broke!'The girlies is FREEE-EEE, cause the crack cost money, oh yeah!I said the girlies is FREEE-EEE, cause the crack cost money, oh yeah!* DJ Premier cuts n scratches 'Oh yeahhh!' *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 Brooklyn, we rulin HIP-HOP!When I'm in Jersey, we runnin hip-hopOver in Brazil yes we rulin HIP-HOP!Over in Germany we rulin hip-hopBut in New York, we rulin y'all tonight badda-bye-bye-byeIn New York, we rulin y'all to-NIGHT!We come to rock you whether you black or you whiteCause KRS-One, you know I'm never frank, come catch the styleThe girlies is FREEE-EEE, cause the crack cost money, oh yeah!I said the girlies is FREEE-EEE, cause the crack cost money, oh yeah!