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Okay, I see where y'all goin Okay, aight dude, you want me to fuck with that Free shit? Okay.. Yeah, I got you blazed...holla! Uh! Yeah! Nigga, the name is strong, it can mean ten things in one This dedicated to my niggas that grind from ten to ten In other words all day duck the cops cuz they wanna be free Man, them gates is strong and when that nigga locked down and he can't get out And he lose a couple pounds and his skin get pale And he's sittin in his cell til his patience gone, you know Freeway be feelin your pain, I got twelve homies doin the same And if they had bail, homey, they'd be out But they don't so they sittin for a minute That's the price of the game when you in it Your freedom get strippin away These niggas came through my hood with the nines My man Black hit they wheel with the K, spun it around Same day cops book em guess who send kites to em, nigga? Free! That's right, Holdin em down nigga, the clique tight Homer and Joe we get it down, open your mail Read your letters, see a couple flicks of ya boyzie boyzies Nigga, Freeway like Georgie Porgie, puddin pie kiss the girl Fuck kiss, get orgies One clip'll rock ya world, nigga calm ya bore beef Shootin out with Free you gon' need a four leaf But Freeway ain't all about the drama I seen bullets come up out the lamas and go into melons And leave niggas killas leakin like Aunt Jemima Fuck what ya man think that nigga gone but he ain't Free Gimme the kees, y'all niggas is bitchin Package it up, I'm out with the breeze In and out of lanes until I get where I'm goin That's how I got my name, mane, series and my man ain't free You can get shot in your face Not payin attention, lunchin, gripped by the deez Gotta be on point movin ya work by them benches That's how I got my change, fam Ain't a damn thang free in this world but your boy got a mean plan To get my team out the ghetto with my boys in stilettos til we rich man I'mma play Joe Clark when it's hardly norm Free! Whether the coupe on F or coupe on E I can get ya chick on E See through her dress, get the address Give her the F, pass her to E They say the best things in life are free, but I can't tell I gotta pay for all the food that I take in And gotta pay for all the chronic that I inhale That's why I stick with my team, nigga, stick with my men Y'all dudes freelance, play for any team Don't stand for nothin then you fall for anything Turn on your voice soon as you get any cheers But it's cool, beat downs with bats and spiked chains are free Gettin played and haters screamin my name ain't me Gettin paid and changin the game is me That's why I keep a gatt in the tuck That rip through ya bean, y'all niggas mad cuz y'all ain't Free Look, I focus and aim, listen to bull One verse can fuck up the game Kick in a door, icier chain Clean up ya kids, hook up ya bulls but gotta work hard cuz it ain't free Used to get work hard couldn't cook soft My homey remain anonymous, looked up to D And you guessed it we worked up the soft, tripled the reef But the game's sold not told, it ain't free |
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Man if I get rocked, this shit for my kids nigga It's that real shit... [female singer, repeated throughout the verses] Even though what we do is wrong... We still hustle 'til the sun come up Crack a 40 when the sun go down It's a cold winter Y'all niggaz better bundle up And I bet it be a hotter summer, grab a onion Yes the ROC gets down, you hot now, listen up Don't you know cops' whole purpose is to lock us down? And throw away the key But without this drug shit your kids ain't got no way to eat, huh? We still try to keep Mom...smilin'... Cuz when the teeth stop showin' and the stomach start growlin' Then the heat start flowin' If you from the hood I know you feel me ([Jay-Z:] Keep goin'...) If a sneak start leanin' and the heat stop workin' Then my heat start workin' I'm-a rob me a person Catch a nigga sleepin' while he out in the open...and I'm-a get him ([Jay-Z:] Keep flowin'...) We gotta raise our kids while we livin' Make a million off-a record bail my niggaz outta prison Fuck a Bentley or a Lexus just my boys in the squadder Nigga talk reckless then I hit 'em with the Smif 'n... But I'm never snitchin' I'm a rider If my kids hungry snatch the dishes out ya kitchen I'll be wylin' til they pick me outta line-up... We keep the nines tucked, chopped dimes up, rap about it Wyle out, fuck niggaz up, laugh about it I'm not tryin' to visit the morgue but Freeway move out 'til I sit with the Lord 'Til I...get my shit together, clean up my sins Freeway got it in like 10 in the mornin' And I can get it to ya like 10 while you yawnin' mang... Still deliver the order mang! |
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| 5:31 |
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Jeah, uh
Real niggas stand up, uh Whoo! Jeah, uh, uh, yo From Cali to Philly, Philly to Cali I deliver the order, haulin' a milli Why'all niggas silly, I really don't want no problems It's North Philly hot, really hot Duck cops, send shots at idiots, really I Got the mack milli I wet your squadron up Oh! He don't feel me why'all Nate go get the gats, we shootin' up they videos Really why'all, ain't makin' a dollar When my shit drop, it's the Roc, holler Shoot you from toe to collar, watch you holler, pop my collar Holler! Bink controllin' the track Free and Nate controllin' the flow, why'all cats need to fall back Holler! at your boy if you want to get rich I got a town and they want it tonight, you got pounds Well they one of the Knicks, cross Free better be strapped The rest of your life [Chorus:] All my life I'm. . . I'm gonna be Lovin' dough, chasin' hoes Smokin' 'dro, yeah yeah yeah All my days I'm. . . I'm gonna be Ridin' strapped, back and forth East to west, watch your back And I'm going going back back To Cali Cali, is we strapped? Yes! Private jet, gat in the vest, packed with the (?) Hit Nate soon as I land, hop in the van Everything calm and cool, gat by the croch Travel with the tool, it's just a part the plans And I'm from the Eastside, that's how we ride I let Mister Sig Sawyer sing a song to your man Yeaaah, it's the worlds most dangerous Clique, the Roc, we get neck in Los Angeles Chicks scandalous, it's just a part of the plans I smash, photograph it, send 'em home to they man At last, I'm more than a rap star, she bit off More than she can chew, she's one of the fans She said she know how we do, I swallow your crew Break a playa off then then get a (?) for his man, yeaaah [Chorus:] Tell Philly Phil Free comin' to town And we can blaze thirty L's once I get off the plane And go shoot past Roscoe's for chicken and waffles You act tough, hollows will stop at your mainframe Hit up your main man, stick to the game plan Your main man chick want to come home with me like Cam Get done with her, pass her to Cam If I want to squirt her, take her to Fatburger Spit murder, cross the clique, get murdered Out in Cali wearin' any color, State Prop, stick to my brand It ain't nothin' but crooks in here (Whoop! Whoop!) Freewizzle, big Nate Dizzle (Whoop! Whoop!) Get took straight from the club to the spittle For shizzle, why'all gon' have to call the cops in here And Nate from the westside, that's how they ride Shots in your backside, never bust in the air, yeaaah [Chorus Repeat 2X] Whoo! Uh, holla! State Prop Chain Gang! Why'all niggas know what it is Whoo! Back and forth, east to west Whoo! Freeway is in the house, is in the house, uh! Young Gunnas in the building! Holla! Why'all bitch ass niggas Put your mouth on a pistol Put your mouth on a motherfuckin' pistol! Holla! Matter of fact, spray nigga Jeah! Jeah, it's the Roc! Uh! |
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| 4. |
| 3:57 |
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(Intro: Peedi Crakk)
WHOOOOOOOOOO!! Now clap for me mami, OH! Just clap for me mami, JUST BLAZE! Okay, and Free, okay, yeah get wild lady Que tu quieres mujeres, said she blow la-la FLIPSIDE - and she my baby mama Get wild! Okay [Freeway] Freeway got the hood on smash Pop in tape, step on gas and get ghost nigga! Freeway got the club on lock, step on stage Set it down leave with a broad, check for her age Post up, fans suffer circle the block Call the cops - it's the Roc in your area! Post up, distribute to the block Freeway move the rocks in your area! Yeahhhh, pop tried to shut me down Cops tried to shut me down, haters wanna hit me up What? My glock carry heavy rounds Mack carry heavy rounds packed in the Chevy truck What? You better ring the alarm Before I cock back, dump on you and your boys And have black suits, tucked on you and your mom But back to the song, said she wanna suck on me and the boys Her ass look good in a thong And she want me to sneak in the building like Trojan of Troy Best believe there's Trojans involved Hats lift over the boy, oh boy [Chorus: Freeway] We rip crowds, whole lot of VOLUME and a little bit of bass is all it takes to make the place GET WILD, whole lot of style and a little bit of cake is all it takes to make her skate FLIPSIDE (flipside) crack house and a little bit of bass is all it takes to make the block GET WILD (get wild) car keys and a little bit of cheese is all it takes to make her leave [Peedi Crakk] With these (with these) O.G.'s (O.G.'s) Tell that hoe until she roll on a pole I'm tryna squeeze with ease (with ease) then breathe (then breathe) I ain't Hov', I just know what I know I'm talkin O. Sparks five, ride for a dollar bill Famous up in Hollywood, high in them Holly-hills I, can't deny how the mamis feel Hidin the cable bill, slide with your baby girl P. Crakk and I ain't for play I got a mack that'll change your day Fall back, get your act in tact P-I-M-P U-P H-O-E-S is all the rest And yes, this is Philly, you welcome to come check us Crakk, wherever I holla at be gettin neck in Pass her the thing, tell her make it go ring The prince of S.P., is soon to be the king And we.. [Chorus] [Freeway] Now how many hoes in your motherfuckin group? Wanna take a ride in my '89 Delk She felt the kid, thumbtack, held the roof Up on her cell phone, 'Freeway got me in the squadder He a rider, from the block to the booth' I'm as, real as they come, the gorillas'll come Six could chill 'til they come, gotta peel when they done But let her spend the night, all night Cause the heat call me a liar She just like +Honey+ so I called her Mariah Wanna see, if she got what it takes to carry across state And travel across state, with things taped to her waist Mami wanna ride with pa Bad bitches get scooped like Haagan Daas And put on the team shoot, put on the Bean bitch Lean bitch, shoot at they entourage Hit up the team camp, pull on your jeans bitch [Chorus] |
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| 4:09 |
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Um uh um uh here we go now
[Hook: x 2] It's because I'm all on my own, now You can leave him out hear alone, now Ya'll need to really watch ya'll tone Now you see the chrome I'm a blast it for ya I'm a blast it for ya It's Freeway all by myself I'm in da place all on my own In da club wit the chrome While ya'll nigga's gotta leave it at home Ya'll haters better leave it alone Before you meet wit ya DEATH Back up off me Put ya keys in the ig-nition Start the rolling gap, scrap, befoere I calp Bang out like a western Found out where you live at Pay ya spot a visit Listen Free to frosty, back up off me Before you get bury Carry the mover Extra rounds to get the clowns up of me Ya'll act scary, You act like losers, check, check State Prop in ya neighborhood Roc in ya spot, spot roc when you let us in Free got things locked in ya neighborhood Roc's on ya block, Free servin they medicine [Hook: x 2] Roof less like a shot from a cannon Free is in affect and will stayin datein Why'all, baby momas should have warned you |
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| 3:56 |
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Let's get this on, let's get this on
We can get this pimpin' Roll the dice We can get this mackin' From P H I L L Y All the way to L B C, that be me The boy F R double the E play with mouths I will dot your I's, blaze your T's No, no, I'm not related to R I don't play with kids, I check ID's If a chick under the age under the wig Then she don't get none of the kid makin' her bleed I'm gone with the breeze, out with the wind In Miami, tryin' to win two mamis out in the beach They say I'm frontin' my Spanish, I think you prob'ly A mulato, papi culo, I spotted you from the beach She eat I like a melon Tryin' to ride to my telly, chicks move when the playa speak Them freaks tryin' to meet the Roc An' those chicks wasn't shocked when I said You can get this pimpin', baby, you can get this mackin' All around the world we do it big, you know what's happenin' Like the way you work it, baby, so sexy It's all good, gimme *** on your knees Can I hit that ***, baby? Yo, you know what's happenin' Big F R double E, I keep it crackin' All across the wizzorld, we doin' trizzars With my *** Dizzogg I've been all around the wizzorld, I met a lot of gizzurls Shaniqua, Kanika, Pizzearl, Shizzirl Look, I can go on an' on 'Cause my game is strong, word is bond Leave me a zone, no, leave me alone See, I'm up in the clizzub, bangin' the pizzubs Tryin' to get some skizzirts 'cause you know how I dizzoes I'm real this this crippin' 'cause it's all in my blizzood A lot of suckas wanna get us but can't *** with us 'Cause we some real heavy hitters 'Nuff of that, cuff your ass, stuff your sack an' bounce Roc-A-Fella's in the *** Dogghouse So you know, blow for blow, toe for toe Chauffeur dough, matter of fact we can go An' I bet you, I beat you 'Cause I keep a bundle of 'em that'll greet you See you, then freak you You can get this pimpin', baby, you can get this mackin' All around the world we do it big, you know what's happenin' Like the way you work it, baby, so sexy It's all good, gimme *** on your knees Can I hit that ***, baby? Yeah, you know what's happenin' Big Snoopy D O double G, you know I keep it crackin' All up in your hizzoes, do it the G way With my ***, Freeway After the show, take them chickens to my room Makin' the moves, smellin' the fumes, sparkin' the She gotta roll after I'm done hittin' her off Man, I smash with my kicks off, live on the road I get around, Free stay round the coochie I come around an' round, up all the groupies Me an' Snoopy swerve in a Coupe DeVille Pick up a couple chicks an' we get the dough Watch, I show y'all chumps how to work the skills Man, the heat go Then I reload Through your people's peepholes, then I gotta roll From around, free stay round the hood strapped Come around an' round up all the hood rats In your town, P wish he could that Roll up a couple words, tell 'em Tell the hood that I get around You can get this pimpin', baby, you can get this mackin' All around the world we do it big, you know what's happenin' Like the way you work it, baby, so sexy It's all good, gimme *** on your knees Can I hit that ***, baby? Yo, you know what's happenin' Big F R double E, I keep it crackin' All across the wizzorld, we doin' trizzars With my *** Dizzogg Can I hit that ***, baby? Yeah, you know what's happenin' Big Snoopy D O double G, you know I keep it crackin' All up in your hizzoes, do it the G way With my ***, Freeway Pimpin', mackin', stackin' International, roll the dice |
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| 4:02 |
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The name F are double the E
The gat hack are end where the cops'll clip Back, flip, hands spring semi your V You callin' all an' run to the cops Don't make me wet, y'all With what's under the T-shirt The heat hurt, blew off ya front porch, your backyard Ya'll niggaz like dicks, pause Thick jaws, act hard, so they keep squirtin' I move work often Like when New York couldn't beat Boston Controllin' the nets, I float on ya block Hop out, post up, move rocks often Shut the shot down, pass it to Chris If your boss got twelve on the neck, ten in the arm An' my gat at the end of my arms Hittin' the clip prick Flippin' ya vet, causin' you harm, nigga Ya'll need a place of respect, we runnin' shit The name, F are double the E, tell 'em Don't really wanna cross the line An' I don't wanna have to tell ya twice An' Trick, are O see bring trouble your way W A to the why, tell 'em Means that don't show love Freeway gets no love Trick, are O see bring trouble this parts F are E, bubble the ride an' in all Came from takin' the trip, stuffin' the ride, yea I'ma ride it on every of your ride Caught in every broad or market Park it, hop out in deer crew The heat is on perfect, tuckin' the linin' I'm fine an' trynna get some tickets for slidin' Freeway's in full effect An' all these bitches want some millions Just to hear my rhyme An' I don't gotta boss 'em to give nectar The boy get check-ups, I get neck, when I don't ask When mami's with the ax, make my baby momma ask Look, that's the crime An' I don't wanna force y'all to give checks, uh Without tax, Freeway shoot ya from ya head to ya toe From ya toes to ya neck That's what the boy brought, extra large The name, F are double the E, tell 'em Don't really wanna cross the line An' I don't wanna have to tell ya twice An' Trick, are O see bring trouble your way W A to the why, tell 'em Means that don't show love Freeway gets no love Trick, are O see bring trouble this parts Freeway bring trouble to soloists The sawed off split, get the fuck outta dodge Know this, I came from nothin' So ain't nothin' for my gauge to duck You punks, get outta line An' I cock back, bloody ya tee Pull ya top back, drive through at McDonald's In front of Ronald, put ya brains on ya Big Mac Make sure the bitch don't leave I got a gat an' a clip in each sleeve With boxers, so my dick can breathe Breeze through in the '89 Dealt with my boys, with my whistle on freeze That's how you know I got the block on smash Act up, I put your stripper on freeze Me an' Sieg', like Snoop an' Daz Because tricks that fuck, couldn't give me the ass An' they roll up, light up, pass me the trees, come on The name, F are double the E, tell 'em Don't really wanna cross the line An' I don't wanna have to tell ya twice An' Trick, are O see bring trouble your way W A to the why, tell 'em Means that don't show love Freeway gets no love Trick, are O see bring trouble this parts It's Freeway and done away and we doin' it [Incomprehensible] Holla, yeah, it's the rep F are double the E, tell 'em Cross the line, flip ya V? Ya lost you mind? Don't fuck with Free Trick, are O see bring trouble your way, holla |
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| 4:32 |
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Ooh
It's that real street shit [Incomprehensible] they're ready for this one, nigga Ooh shit ohh I came up with my man, same hood, same age Withheld names to protect the guilty and Your boy, Free was filthy, same clothes, different day Be the first to admit it, while niggaz claim to be willies, hey We cleaned up the first Donny I drove We cooled up the first tommy I seen, follow the flow Smoke a timmy, with this semi, made his chimney move Nerves made his body shake, everybody froze So young with a pump and a mac But still manage to make it the magic, the bad kids On the block, with a bundle of crack, package of pills All heads will try to teach us to rhyme He said, ?Muhammed walk with a sword?, I roll with a gat This the same shit, different day, from times Now my man Book ain't writing me back So I figured, try to reach 'em with rhymes, no listen to Mac We thuggin' for life gonna take it And then enough ain't no mistakin' But it's for life, it's my life Not for the taking To all my boys in the hood, the East Coast throw boy back From the land of them throw boys black I keep my toast in the hood, gon' squeeze Hope you throw yours back come to the streets To bring my homeboys back Blew my mind out this piece, but I'm always back I got sheet in my air, like mac, fall away back Shit, I'm trynna come way up And make the path so freak, I tear the runaway up My life a bitch with a period on But still I keep it real, dog, I'm hittin' it raw And I don't know how to carry this bitch Sometime I wanna marry this bitch Sometimes I feel like quitting this whore But I can't 'cause it feel like, giving it all I've been on so fucking much, feel like my living was all But in my lifetime, I'm a deliver regrets Still with the evils, know that one day I'ma sit with the boss We thuggin' for life gonna take it And then enough ain't no mistakin' But it's for life, it's my life Not for the taking It's not even close, we throw toast, sleep with ya gats It's the worst of both hoods, holla at 'em Mac Follow up exact with the Mac, and the V Get back, if you happen to see, the Mac or Free, at where you be I be where you at, I come where you live The cat untuckle the gat, maneuver the thing The Mac untuckin' a pump, removin' they wig, with ease Hear the feds trynna ruin the boss Sieg' 'Fore they kill me like Cornbread, you be like Dial Lo Before I'm stuck like Luima, I be up when you need it And I'ma ride for you, lace up my sneakers, puffin' my reefer Tuckin' my heater, duckin' your rounder Tell 'em tricks they gonna die when I see 'em Let 'em know my friend colt 45 trynna meet with they mind But we keep drama, think, rhyme is the reason And Freeway the reason that you tied up in pajamas We thuggin' for life gonna take it And then enough ain't no mistakin' But it's for life, it's my life Not for the taking |
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| 4:51 |
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They got me staring at the world through my rearview Blow that baby, scream to Gotti Can't help you with your problems Thug niggas wild when I come through They can relate to my views And couple with their problems (Uh!) Turn this up, fucks ya problem? This is real shit, homie In the booth with the four-fifth Only two clips, so the other clip Don't get, lonely homie, pull it homie No shit homie, know me? (Yeah!) Get in work, fa' we puffin licks, homie (Yeah!) I got the vocal chords, wanna hear some more? (Yeah!) How I ran a block, dropped and picked up brauds In a hooptie not a drop-top, got ya bitch up more (Yeah!) Switch next-shift, from the block-shift To the wreck-shift, then I got the click up raw (Yeah!) Hatin' niggas get shot up in liquor stores Beat, strapped and tied up with extension cords Holla [Chorus - Freeway] Freeway's in Full Effect And all I need is one reason just to pull this burner Cause, y'all taught me to go next And I'ma be goddamned if I'ma give my turn up Freeway's in Full Effect And all I need is one reason just to pull this ratchet out Yall taught me to go next And I'ma be goddamned if I'ma squeaze my cannon [Young Neef] Yeah, Uh, Young Gunz, Neef (WHAT?) Yo, Yo, Yo Yo Far as I'm hearing, y'all doing alot of comparing Cuz Young Neef's on the block missing alot of appearence Yeah youngin' still got it in, 120 a gram Now that have yo smokers, and yo fiends Leanin' like a kick-stand I'd send my brother for ya mother man Put up blocks in em' Dead presidents wrapped in rubber-bands Chatti' will pistol-whips That'll rip through sh |
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| 3:59 |
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[Intro] [Free] Yes! [Kayne] Yeah Kayne! [Free] Philadelphia Freeway, uh Y'all know what it is, uh, yeah, uh [Verse 1: Freeway] Before I turn out ya lights lets get one thing understood I'ma keep my hammer real close, rubber grip tight Tell y'all niggas good night, good night, uh Before I turn out ya lights lets get one thing understood Free gon' keep his hammer real close, rubber grip tight Tell y'all niggas good night, good night, uh The shit you heard'll do me justice, got a death wish The shit I pack'll put holes through ya Lexus Got the tec clip, respect it The turn pike bully, earn stripes, move lla Through ya turn pike early, all night, all day Wait, switch hustles nigga, now I muscle mixtapes all night, all day Yes! The front line of the Roc Will through a football pass through ya chest Brett Farve wit the glock Uh! I'm Max Payne wit the stock out Money and fame run out, get it with cocaine Rep the Roc till I clock out, I make you clock out Put sumtin in ya brains [Chorus: Kayne West |
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| 5:13 |
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Down in my area, chk a chk uh real shit nigga uh It's the ROC Yeah, Free yeah uh feel me Pa pause Yo yo I was born in West but migrated to North Remember cold nights grindin' AK and a toss Four door for the stick up boys if they want war Fiends comin' all night all I heard was four more Rocks in the cap when it was jumpin' me and Rell hit dances You could pick me out the crowd rockin' the cap But things change 'cause my man Rell fightin' a body On state row where it's so cold Rockin' his blues, I roll with the ROC Still trynna rock at a show shit ain't like '98 niggaz pockets is low Which way do I go? Indictments blew over Man whipped a few shoulders shovel nick boulders gettin' it slow Me, I'm in the studio switchin' the flow Changin' the styles my son and daughter need pampers 'Cause they just shittin' them up and changin' the size My man Just quipped the Jags see the change in his eyes And I eat, sleep, buy, sell drugs 'Cause I'm just another victim of the ghetto When I rob, steal, lie to get money, bust slugs 'Cause I'm just another product of the ghetto And I eat, sleep, buy, sell drugs 'Cause I'm just another victim of the ghetto When I rob, steal, lie to get money, bust slugs 'Cause I'm just another product of the ghetto This is how it goes down in these ghetto streets This is how it goes down in my neighborhood This is how it goes down in these ghetto streets This is how it goes down in my area My man blingin' platinum wheel, platinum gat Took a trip down South came back with platinum caps I'm still trynna write platinum raps But made a slight change from verse one started jugglin' packs It's like I'm travelin' backwards Rewindin' the time putting four on nine Must be outta my mind nine, get it outta my palm Just grab four and a half get it outta my trunk Free we need you at the studio, out to lunch, out on the block These niggaz just pulled out on my man And the only rock I worry 'bout is right on my face We 'bout to go shake, rattle his block with no plans Shots fired, cops came But I'm a grown man I stick around till my clip is empty Cops threw me on the ground when my clip got empty Now bars is all I see a thug is all I'll ever be And I eat, sleep, buy, sell drugs 'Cause I'm just another victim of the ghetto When I rob, steal, lie to get money, bust slugs 'Cause I'm just another product of the ghetto And I eat, sleep, buy, sell drugs 'Cause I'm just another victim of the ghetto When I rob, steal, lie to get money, bust slugs 'Cause I'm just another product of the ghetto This is how it goes down in these ghetto streets This is how it goes down in my neighborhood This is how it goes down in these ghetto streets This is how it goes down in my area I got, 11 in I was facin' a dub, got nine left My click show love they write back My cousin M's son, little Di he's so grown Said he hold chrome, run blocks, and write raps Wrote him right back told him I control the bones Try to play the phone we could rhyme and hold wax Leave that drug shit alone don't forget you grown It'll put you places where your mind can't get you back from Little nigga ain't write me back since Still supply the jail L. Pridgon you got mail It's probably all the letters you wrote him What you mean? All the fucked up shit you told him This shit from my cousin Emily I'm quotin' Right out her letter Little Di, got popped in the head trynna steal a nigga leather That's what the cops said but the streets could tell you better And I eat, sleep, buy, sell drugs 'Cause I'm just another victim of the ghetto When I rob, steal, lie to get money, bust slugs 'Cause I'm just another product of the ghetto And I eat, sleep, buy, sell drugs 'Cause I'm just another victim of the ghetto When I rob, steal, lie to get money, bust slugs 'Cause I'm just another product of the ghetto This is how it goes down in these ghetto streets This is how it goes down in my neighborhood This is how it goes down in these ghetto streets This is how it goes down in my area |
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[Female Singing] You don't know [Freeway - talking] Whoo..on the grind, uh, so gangsta, don't ya agree? uh [Female Singing] You don't know [Freeway - talking] This just in case y'all dunno how it go down in the hood Freeweezy here to break it down to ya [Verse 1 - Freeway] Tryna to survive in the hood everyday Takes, everything you work with Everything you got quick From the cops wyle off the product Show em what helped alot but I can't get it I hugged the block, light an L Let my man hit it and ran with it Sell it nixed to the pops Hate to tell ya if he don't get it from me Then he gon get it somewhere else Sometimes I would if I was somewhere else Me and my man on the corner with two crates Picture us rollin, somewhere else Pretendin to be pushin the V's Then two fiends walked up to me Brought me back to reality He want three and he want five But my packed stash (why) cuz the cops act like I'm Lil' Cease Crush on me, keep rollin by Tryna to put the cuffs on my black ass literally [Chorus - Freeway (Female Singing)] (You don't know) How it is in the hood so Freeway bring the hood to your front porch My niggaz duck court pour weed in the woods Set up shop and move rocks on the front step (You don't know) How it is in the ghetto the tech blow hear shots echo We can't let go, stuck on the block Stuck in the hood, street niggaz up to no good [Verse 2 - Freeway] No rules, no trees just alot in the push My ? in the house, read my mouth Fuck the D's got a pocket to push Send fleas in the opposite way Quarter to one guess I stop at the ? Gimme a grub, count up the profit I made Rule number one-aca |
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I went from the ghetto to the ghetto and I'm back again And we doing it back and forth roll with a gang of thugs My burner my hood passport fresh from the airport I'm back again And I clap your men; I'm from a block where niggas might blast your pops No chance ambulance can't save your kin; smoke reefer burn reefer Chill in my spot instead of making selat drink liters of gin I'm drunk again I'm high again I just might fly a kite To my niggas up state knocked off in the pen They booked in a jail; I'm booking a flight It's fucked up last year we was all on the block This can't be life this can't be love They roll with a whack; I roll with a snub We all in a fight [Chorus: Allen Anthony (Freeway overlapping the chorus)] Alright, (woo) baby don't you cry (ugh) Alright, (tell em) everything's gon be alright Alright, (woo) I know we can make it through this Alright, (tell em)don't let go hold on tight (ugh) Alright, Alright, Alright [Verse 2: Freeway (Allen Anthony)] Baby don't you cry Every thing gon be alright all night, Free is on his job let the music play And I ain't come to hurt nobody tonight But if a dude get out of line put him back in tech Must be out his mind let the ruger spray Clap until we alright all out of dodge (alright) That's right crush the club tonight with a watch on the Robb Report (sweet) Check on the war report; check on the stores we bought (yeah) Check on the kids and shit Hope everything's alright all night cause all day pop in the mix-ac |
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| 3:35 |
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uh, holla, uh...... yeah [Chorus - Freeway] When you hear the song (feel me) Will you cry (uh its all real baby) Cause you know you wrong (you know you wrong) Will you cryyyy (Holla) will you cry........... [Verse 1: Freeway] Yo, say hello (sup) To Mr. Aint gon' be shit Get a job, get your kids somethin' for easter Knowin I just came home aint got nothin to eat with Bitch outta line - Hoe been drove me outta my mind She like, I shoulda knew before I lay down and slept with him (slept with him) Now she wish that she could sleep with him (sleep with him) Take a stroll with him Wanna creep with him (with him) Roll with him (with him) And turn to a freak on him Aint have no patience with him when the ceilin leaked on him Creeped on him But Im a boss baby you crossed the line No orders go rock to hit all your girls From the bed to the tub, bathtub to the ceilin Killin the world..holla!! [Chorus - Freeway] When you hear the song, will you cry (make you won't cry, don't it) Cause you know you wrong (its all good baby, don't even worry about it) Will you cryyyyy When you hear the song (life goes on ya know) will you cry (but I got some others issues the address but it ain't about you) Cause you know you wrong (uhhh) will you cryyyyy [Verse 2: Freeway] I aint big but scrap you dead wrong Yall coulda scrapped it out He was never known for shootin the toola packin the chrome He was known for shootin the hoops up Little hustle nigga grind [grind] To get his jeans and boots up At the summer league game D game rough And the summer heat had yall niggas feelin like yall so damn tough Wrong words, couple of shoves, park full of hoes Had his hands all in your mug How could you roll with pride in your way You drove with your .38 to the place where he stay Said, say hi to the pearly gates and scrolls. Now I pop beers reminisce with your bro You cant make it to the show And niggas make it to the jail Shed a tear [Chorus - Freeway] When you hear the song Will you cry (its fucked up man) Cause you know you wrong (how you go out then you locked up) Will you cryyyy (how you run around a lie) When you hear the song (can you dig) Will you cry Cause you know your wrong (but I got one more person to address) Will you cry (I aint forget about you ol girl, I remember) [Verse 3: Freeway] Oh look Who could it be, Ms. Lee You know this nigga aint kiddin Think harder, Freeway L.Pridgen Shit you used to tell me make me wanna work harder At gettin crack spots sent me to prison Said Im never gonna be a thang So I listened and skipped school Had them thing distributed Fuck class, on the block all day My science was choppin, baggin, dividin, addin, the math How my teacher gonna tell me Im dumb Had me feelin like a sore thumb Clown of the class (uh) I got graded most hated with guns But now I made it to the life Couldnt make it to the class If this nigga chew your ear Thats an oh for you to hear Kiss my ass! [Chorus - Freeway] When you hear the song Will you cry Cause you know your wrong (you know you wrong) Will you cryyyy When you hear the song (feel me) Will you cry Cause you know you wrong Will you cryyyy [Freeway (Outro)] This is dedicated to all, all the motherfucker out there You, you, and you mothefucker who did something wrong All y'all niggas out there what else y'all gon' do something (the ignorants) or there is something wrong right now You know you wrong (don't you cryyy) |
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| 5:12 |
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Y-y-you (Ooooh) y-y-you Ahh, ooh oh oh oh oh (Ummm) You know you got me, yeah You know you got me uh-huh-huh-huh You know you got me, yeah You know you got me [Freeway] Uh it's Mariah and Free Just Blaze beats, yeah It's the Roc and Mariah and the women go (Oh) And I love it when the ladies sing (Uh uh uh uh) And they love it when the whistles blow over the ring Slide upon ya strip and go (Uh uh uh uh) Just to pick up ya sister bro You like to pick and choose who she dates While I state who I like to stick and move Silly fool, she know that I got her I'll run up on the strip and go (Uh uh uh uh) For Mariah play a brother role I'll play a different role Let her roll in the wheel, long days nowhere to go And no other slimie will do She just like honey so she got me like Winnie the Pooh Long nights let her chill with the crew Only backwards will do and she know how to roll They say out with the old and in with the new But she's my dreamlover so I can't let go, hey no Please believe me, I've never been a liar Touch fire Mariah and Free-weezy [Mariah Carey] I get shy around you Don't know what to say I don't know what to do Cause you do something to me That I can't describe baby Always catch myself thinkin' 'bout The things you do There ain't no one else I got my heart set on you You really got me, baby it's true [Chorus] You know you got me (So in love) You know you got me (Daydreamin' about us) You know you got me (Starry eyed and elated) You know you got me (Whenever you want me baby) You know you got me (Hypnotized) You know you got me (With you |
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| 3:56 |
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Thank you ladies and gentlemen! Hold your applause J'yeah, holla! Its bout to go down, shut em down! Just Blaze, Freeway! Young Chris! Young Guru! The Roc is definately in the building! J'yeah! uh, holla! uh oh! uh oh! uh oh! uh! [Verse 1 - Freeway] J'yeah, listen, if the rhymes stop dumpin and beats stop knockin then Free still fuckin with Beans R-U to the G-S, manuver the ve throughout the U.S. with two teks of keys one start up your whip and the other start up your block retarded just like a Carter El Nino come take a sniff or take a few of you like the glass zit Stick shit in your artery ooouuu Hustlin's a part of me Niggas retardin me Come at the team wrong its like a see-saw They down and we up The pound heat clowns up I'm moving and re-up teks, blocks and keep gon' ?? and cocks like a school bus (why?) It make stops and it picks kids up and it wake up the block really early in the mornin Word, niggas want drama? Then line em up! [Chorus (repeated four times) - Freeway] Uh uh uh Line em up! Uh uh uh Line em up! Uh uh Line em up! I, I shut em down! [Verse 2 - Freeway] Listen, if the coke stop jumpin and the block stop poppin Then Free still fuckin with Schi! M to the is-ash, come down with the gat take your sti-ash and kidnap your keeps One, puff in my face and the other go in your face Reatrded? This is a stick up if you slow then pick up the pace I came to take everything out your safe and even snatch all your jewelry (oouuu) Robbins a part of me, you just oughta be singin the same song when money low Ain't no parameters, snatch chains even honeys kno |
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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2003-05-14
Subject : Freeway - Philadelphia Freeway (Roc-A-Fella,2003)
