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[Intro]
Okay, Freezer, Yeah. ROC-A-Fella Nikkah, uh one shot deal, collabo, ohhhh. Okay, okay, it's goin down ladies. Ladies and Gentlemen, we in the building. Ya'll know what time it is. Yeah, Talk yo shit Freezer. Okay Yeah [Verse one] Philly Freezer, me and ""???"" people what yall drinkin people what yall smoking? All weekend Freezer not thinkin, took a small vacation and I [Still Got Love] I got love from coast to coast, I got love all across the board for spittin sick rhymes. And I still toa-toast the most, if they try me ill roast ya folks, ill leave ya click fried. and dem haters ain't sinkin a boat, Philly Freezer gon keep on the flow cuz this is his time. Im all about the Benjamins i'm, in the spot wit petrone shots livin the life. My raps get a cooch wet, let me inside. Get that women two more shots we fina slide. They bang me in they cribs, and they bang me in they whips, and they film me in the club, so I [Still Got Love] [Hook] Free At Last is the sequel to my first album, Please it, when the people show me [Love] They bang every song that im droppin' Every hit that I bring em so I [Still Got Love] If you ROCin throw your drinks in the air. Throw your hands in the air, show some real ni88as that [Love] ROC-A-Fella we back, in the streets, in the club, so we [Still Got Love] [Verse 2] We in the lab, bang on the beat, Philly Freezer write verses wit invisable ink, Take a winter from the hood to the beach, let 'em get sand in they feet, let 'em blow 'em, until she sleeps. YEAH and I still got love like a 5 or 4 sun, when the sun 6 feet deep. DAMN and they just got the call, outta no where or no time degree people. You dont wanna start no drama, cuz if you start some drama then we comin' six feet deep. Then you like big meat, ya'll waist deep, matter fact Jay ""??? ??? ??? ???"". Nikkah, its the ROC we are back, Freezer like Luda, he Disturbin' Tha Peace. They bang me in they cribs, They bang me in the Jeeps, They film me in the club, so I [Still Got Love] [Hook] Free At Last is the sequel to my first album, Please it, when the people show me [Love] They bang every song that im droppin' Every hit that I bring em so I [Still Got Love] If you ROCin throw your drinks in the air. Throw your hands in the air, show some real ni88as that [Love] ROC-A-Fella we back, in the streets, in the club, so we [Still Got Love] [Verse 3] Ya'll rusty, ya'll can't touch Free, NOO I move my Jay, I don't move records like this Yayo fo sho. It got my sip sight, lil homie its the ROC what you livin like? what it be like? matter fact im the one you wanna rap like, re-appear like, spit ur adlibs like. The truth always come to the light, Philly Freezer write back so get them adlibs right. Freezer stay strapped I wanna clap tonite, all my clips have to move like MAC tonite. Me and my burner, like ""???????????"" Stick together cuz we fam, we dont never fight. They bang me in the cribs, and they bang me in they whips, and they film me in the club, so I [Still Got Love] [Hook] Free At Last is the sequel to my first album, Please it, when the people show me [Love] They bang every song that im droppin' Every hit that I bring em so I [Still Got Love] If you ROCin throw your drinks in the air. Throw your hands in the air, show some real ni88as that [Love] ROC-A-Fella we back, in the streets, in the club, so we [Still Got Love] |
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Rocafella millionaires bitch 30 mill in the bank 30 grand on the wrist and 20 mill in the Swiss and 30 birds in a tank Diamonds all in the face blind ya face when it glisten Ace of Spade not that Crissy man you know what we drink Got my automa k in my new Gucci slippers I bring my loafers from Louies what the fuck did you think When I step in the place bitches running up to me yelling Chea Chea Chea Chea I turn a nick to a dime dime to some millions A brick to the Roc the Roc into some buildings When ya nigga feeling I might see about a billion 'Fore I leave the building now that's what I call a billing Uh balling you still crawling children call him When ya start walking I be wheeling flooring Something foreign no ceiling chilling hey hey hey hahaha That's what them hoes say Hey Ho pouring rose ay Rose gold royal oak automart okay Chea Hey Chea Hey Chea Hey Chea Hey Chea Hey Chea Hey Ch Ch Ch Ch Ch Ch Chea That's what them hoes say Free pouring rose ay Rocafella millionaires we stack that paper everyday yeeeah Hey Yeah Hey Yeah Hey Yeah Hey Yeah Hey Hey Ch Ch Ch Ch Ch Ch Chea I'm a jet fuel abuser now 7 4 to the 5 Hova's dough is on autopilot I don't even drive In the bop with my shoes up I just took back the Phantom Too many fuckers could fathom what it felt like to have em I just copped me an all things a professional ball team Tell me I ain't the illest hustler ya'll seen When you don't buy out the bar you buy the bar that's what ya call Ha ha ha haaa I got some dough on the block got some dough getting wrists I got a villa in Tahiti and I don't owe no rent I got that paper for real a and these niggas finally thinking Eat my cake up in the safe and take a slice of the dilla Three hundred grands of damn willa why ya'll niggas debating I'm copping ya'll niggas hating cuz I'm making that scrilla They know me F Baby gorrilla when I step in the building they saying That's what them hoes say Hey Ho pouring rose ay Rose gold royal oak automart okay Chea Hey Chea Hey Chea Hey Chea Hey Chea Hey Chea Hey Ch Ch Ch Ch Ch Ch Chea That's what them hoes say Free pouring rose ay Rocafella millionaires we stack that paper everyday yeeeah Hey Yeah Hey Yeah Hey Yeah Hey Yeah Hey Hey Ch Ch Ch Ch Ch Ch Chea Although I'm good with addition the flow so scientific Gold plate like Cris so I reverse the system Came from poverty striken to the top of the Forbes Now the property's listed in high society district '76 is the floor '94 with the raw '96 with the flow 2008 with the spitting Now drop a grip up in the mall two hundred grand at the district we living bitches That's what them hoes say Hey Ho pouring rose ay Rose gold royal oak automart okay Chea Hey Chea Hey Chea Hey Chea Hey Chea Hey Chea Hey Ch Ch Ch Ch Ch Ch Chea That's what them hoes say Free pouring rose ay Rocafella millionaires we stack that paper everyday yeeeah Hey Yeah Hey Yeah Hey Yeah Hey Yeah Hey Hey Ch Ch Ch Ch Ch Ch Chea |
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| 3:43 |
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Soo....the last time
We will remember We all only remember Thats right Constantly tottin' the pistol When I rap, its so official when I rap Came in the game on mac bac Jumped off Now I'm scoring like Shaq Globetrottin' yea I'm tourin' the map Coupe ridin' when I'm back in the hood Benz coupe put the roof in the back Got my strapper on my lap so I'm good (yea) Cross reason you will definitely lose Lil scrapper cause u death in the booth Put Ses in the woods I blew first 'cause I'm the best in the hood Its something missin' Y'all busy y'all congesting the booth (yea) God with me so I second to who? No boby but the brother muhameed Islamic style is hotter About a dollar holler Roc-a-feller top shotters Make the models holler Get your thousand dollars We can shoot it out or bang it out its not a problem If a nigga hidin' I know how to find him Holler [chorus] So....the last time We will remember We all only remember We will remember Soo... I've been rhyming since the 90's Been loiter since 01 Got 300 niggas dats ridin I'm Leonadis I am cumin for the title Take the best rapper Hang from his feet an dry em Iron sheet clothes line em Was on a iron bust Now I'm on a iron bird Flying don't tryin' 'cause hes rhyming with a iron beak If u lookin' for competition I am he All y'all can take a l D.i me F-r-e me amour Tell the them underage chickens they should bring id If they ain't got it they ain't gettin' up V.I.P We liven All my women be in Christine Dior (yea) Freezer in bentley but he listen to Porsche Y'all hear the beat bangin' Well its v.i beek I'm from north Philly Round the corner from pink Took my pictures in the clique Now my pics in source (yeaaaaaaaa) (freeway) I killed my own profession droppin' pelicans off Don't push 'em freezer Muslim So he better than y'all Plus freezer pop them checks More cheddar than y'all An his bars like sars Knock your relative off Rule 1 Don't fuck with f.r That's thats Oh y'all thought he was whack Now come come now While y'all so dumb now Pop me and get pop at I got the m I got 16 ways on how to hit your mans up Pull them vans up hop in Throw on them timberland boots Put them vans up This a stand off Y'all should man up I ain't from the bay Philly niggas ghost ride with them cannons We rely to have u divin' with them salmons Free a shark man Marks man shot Slam done This is what the peoples is wanting Me and b come with that funk we bout to do it again Come on (chorus) |
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[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Shawty if you love me like your lost and you can't find your way without me You gon wake up one day when i'm gone thinking why did you doubt me But you better believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top You got to believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top [Verse 1: Freeway] I made you why would I play you? Not only showered you with gift I bathed you Plus I hit the first night and I stayed too I know it's early but I just thought I would page you Hey you! More then I'm willing and able You get tired from all the presents that I gave you Still you Be acting like you someone faithful You swear I'm fucking on a rendezvous When you think of freaking I be on my gril Even when we not feaking you be on my mind I'm more mature I'm flipping them dollars So I can't give you all of my time cause I'm, 24 hours a day stuck in a war Atleast 8 hours or more cooking them rhymes up So 16 hours just you can hit the store and you complaining you want more free time? [Chorus: 50 Cent] Shawty if you love me like your lost and you can't find your way without me You gon wake up one day when i'm gone thinking why did you doubt me But you better believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top You got to believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top [Verse 2: Freeway] You got to believe me baby I'm making it easy baby My SWA you watching feezy baby I got a mean Mercedes and got a cleaning lady Heres sme advice for you, you better heat it baby Long as your whip in the room and got a strip on them bomms So what the fuck do you care cause I live on the road I'm busy gripping them Ole's that's how you gripping thme clothes Home I ain't getting no dough I can't be sitting in there So what they worth is they own baby I'm different then them I bring them benjamins in look at the kitchen in there Look at the living room set look at that thing on your neck Maching that thing on your wrist but got some digits in there I give a fuck if they stare I give a fuck what they think I get them budgets in check and put the diesel in there Don't let them people in there Gas you up and get you all upset You win my heart and I'm a keep you there [Chorus: 50 Cent]Shawty if you love me like your lost and you can't find your way without me You gon wake up one day when i'm gone thinking why did you doubt me But you better believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top You got to believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top [Verse 3: Freeway] And since these feelings at heart are not right I, Put in position to rock ice right and, Them other niggas be singing the same song they might, Have what it takes but they handle things wrong You in your mens, or something you want the meaner man You got to believe yourself cause I believe in me I got the Beamer keys I'm just as clean as these I smoke the greenest trees Them other niggas be fronting [Chorus: 50 Cent] Shawty if you love me like your lost and you can't find your way without me You gon wake up one day when i'm gone thinking why did you doubt me But you better believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top You got to believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top |
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| 2:55 |
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| 4:06 |
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| 13. |
| 3:43 |
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(feat. Rick Ross, Dre)
[Verse 1: Freeway] Hit it Young Philly from the block y'all rockstars This is criminal opera I got y'all 60 niggas willin to pop y'all or rock y'all Freezer cruise the city in a hot car sports car Cleveland today Atlanta tomarrow Free will never be soft cause the hood is in me They say it will be here today gone tomorrow But I'm still standin strong cause the hood is with me (hit me) Yes! before this rap thing cracked off I was somewhere gettin a pack off that's all Now I'm gettin my raps off that's all Shuttin down colliseums like NASA asshole (Freezy where you been) I took four years off I went to Mecca paid respect and Earned some checks for the road Be the man that cut the check so please respect Young Hov Before I hit y'all with the tech And turn ya lights down low Woah! [Chorus: Dre & Freeway] Lights get low (Low) Let the music take total The music take total control Trol trol trol Let the music take total The music take total control Trol trol trol (I got to hustle I got to grind) (I got to hustle I got to grind) Let the music take total The music take total con... [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Born with the murder one We got the hood burning up Yea this what you want My niggas know to turn it up The white be with my city yea for me to run You standin in a pool of blood Youngin shoulda seen the sun What you want to do tell me what you want to move A good week for me another man a month or two I'm into blowing and laying you niggas low The feds tappin out and they fucking with figure fours I don't wanna wrestle I wet em and then they froze Me and Free hit every freeway around the globe If she with me just know that she throw stacks A quarter stick of dynamite off in that whole back She the bomb I'm the boss Maybach that's my flying sauce Count a mill with me shawty because you need to ride You watch it freeze up you will see in time [Chorus: Dre & Freeway] Lights get low (Low) Let the music take total The music take total control Trol trol trol Let the music take total The music take total control Trol trol trol (I got to hustle I got to grind) (I got to hustle I got to grind) Let the music take total The music take total con... [Verse 3: Freeway] Y'all rappers perpetrating Free motivateing Put bones together like I'm the great lakes Then use my dome acheing I'm so patient Struggling between my music and moving weight and I can move a crate in Less than an hour And make hit in the same hour It's so amazing Matter fact free so hood That I still hit the kinks For three weeks I'm cool with asians Nigga come at me going to lose You need to fire them dudes Who hike them up through his agent Me & Cool & Dre will give you abrasions Hit his chest because his hustle so soft Don't make me go off Treat this town like the brightest star Grinds in the east the south an the west If a nigga got beef I'm a put it to rest God bless us when I tell him That I leave him deceased Now peep holla [Chorus: Dre & Freeway] Lights get low (Low) Let the music take total The music take total control Trol trol trol Let the music take total The music take total control Trol trol trol (I got to hustle I got to grind) (I got to hustle I got to grind) Let the music take total The music take total con... |
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