Альбом Freeway

[Freeway]
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

(feat. Beanie Sigel, Jay-Z)

[Freeway]

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!
And I ain't talkin' bout chicken and gravy mang!
I'm talkin' bout bricks 'o ye-yo, halves and quarters
4 and a halves of hash you do the math
Swing past us scoop up your daughter
She wanna roll wit' a thug that rap, you do the math
He won't blast 'til my stacks in order mang!

[Jay-Z]
...MANG! Lemme get 'em Free
Hove never slackin' mang, zippin' in the black Range
Faster than the red ghost, gettin' ghost wit' Pac-Mang
One-time know a got a knack to get that change
Leader of the black gang, R-O-C mang
Bang like T-Mac, ski mask air it out
Gotta kill witnesses 'cause Free's beard's stickin' out
Y'all don't want no witness shit, we squeeze hammers mang
Bullets breeze by you, like Lousiana mang...
But I gotta feed Tianna mang...
So I move keys you can call me the Piano Man
Rain...sleet, hail...snow man
Slang dough, E, hydro man...

[Beanie Sigel]
...no, B. Sige in the third lane
Gramps still prayin' workin on my nerves man...
Like, "Son you gotta get your soul clean...
Before they blow them horns like Coltrane..."
But still I cry tears of a hustler
Wipe tears from my mother, pull out beers for her brothers...
That's above us, make beds for the babies
Tuck kids under covers, buy cribs for their mothers
Shit I'll probably be wylin' with their fathers
Tell Ms. Robert, tell Enijah that I'm ridin' for her father
That's like my brother, like same mother different father
Any problems dog know I got 'em
And still we grind from the bottom
Just to make it to the bottom sold crack in the alleyways
Still gave back Marcy a Dollar Day
Real gangstas make hood holidays
They ain't thank us but we still paid homage mang
Soul Food Sunday lookin' like Big Momma's mang
Tell the gang I never break my promise mang...mang...unnh!

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
Y'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 y'all
Nate go get the gats, we shootin' up they videos

Really y'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, y'all cats need to fall back
Holler, at your boy if you wanna 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

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, Heckler and Koch
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 East side, that's how we ride
I let Mister Sig Sawyer sing a song to your man

Yeah, 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 job for his man, yeah

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

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 wanna come home with me like Cam
Get done with her, pass her to Cam
If I wanna squirt her, take her to Fat burger

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, y'all gon' have to call the cops in here
And Nate from the West side, that's how they ride
Shots in your backside, never bust in the air, yeah

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

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

Whoo
Uh, holla
State Prop Chain Gang
Y'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
Y'all bitch ass niggas
Put your mouth on a pistol, nigga
Put your mouth on a motherfuckin' pistol, holla

Matter of fact, spray nigga
Jeah
Jeah, it's the Roc
Uh

(feat. Peedi Crakk)

[Intro: Peedi Crakk]
WHOOOOOOOOOO!! Now clap for me mami, OH!
Just clap for me mami, JUST BLAZE!
Okay, and Free, okay, yeah (?)
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) park 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]

It's because I'm all on my own, now
You can leave him out here 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 because I'm all on my own, now
You can leave him out here 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 ignition
Start the rollin' gap, scrap, before 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

It's because I'm all on my own, now
You can leave him out here 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 because I'm all on my own, now
You can leave him out here 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

Roofless like a shot from a cannon
Free is in affect and will stayin' datin'
Yall, baby momas should have warned you
'Cause they seen it on the bed

When she came over the crib?
Now they don't really wanna get the K involed
Cause we are gonna put this thang to ya head
The whole click pull chicks don't brag

Tell 'em freeway sad if it ain't bout head
Go head, you think its 'bout change go change
Put on ya shit, hop in a cab
Meanwhile free stuck in a lab
Earning my grip, youngin's huggin' the strip

Freeway move rhymes like dimes move hits like nicks
On ya mind like all the time
On ya station like heavy rotation
Used to be on my grind like on the line

It's because I'm all on my own, now
You can leave him out here 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 because I'm all on my own, now
You can leave him out here 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

Bee Bop at the Roc we don't stop
Boom Boom Tang my gang we move thangs
And I put up the range, the hoopty flow through ya block
Ice cover my watch ya eyes stuck on the change

What you thought its the Roc
Wit my people from St.Lou
Jack Frost, Jack Frost
Up in the bang-o, the wrist froze Grip O's

Roc a Fella pitbull snatch every bitch on ya block
Yall prick need to back up off me
Keep ya distance, 'cause my Smithin' on seveice
Whats ya order slugs on the menu

Shut the shop down on purpose, work this
Four-fifth like I'm runin' for prez
I peel lead have you runin' from shots
Go tell ya block ya block start wit the kid
Kid kidnap ya pops

It's because I'm all on my own, now
You can leave him out here 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 because I'm all on my own, now
You can leave him out here 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

Shit back up off me keep ya distance
'Cause my Smithin' on seveice
What's ya order slugs on the menu
Shut the shop down on purpose, work this

Back up off me keep ya distance
'Cause my Smithin' on seveice
What's ya order slugs on the menu
Shut the shop down on purpose, work this

Ho, work this and another
(Ho)
And another
(Ho)
And another
(Ho)
And another
(Ho)
And another
(Ho)
And another
(Ho)
And another
(Ho)

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

The name F R 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 R double the E, tell 'em
Don't really wanna cross the line
An' I don't wanna have to tell ya twice
An' Trick, R O C bring trouble your way

W A to the Y, tell 'em
Means that don't show love
Freeway gets no love
Trick, R O C bring trouble this parts

F R 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 R double the E, tell 'em
Don't really wanna cross the line
An' I don't wanna have to tell ya twice
An' Trick, R O C bring trouble your way

W A to the Y, tell 'em
Means that don't show love
Freeway gets no love
Trick, R O C 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 R double the E, tell 'em
Don't really wanna cross the line
An' I don't wanna have to tell ya twice
An' Trick, R O C bring trouble your way

W A to the Y, tell 'em
Means that don't show love
Freeway gets no love
Trick, R O C bring trouble this parts

It's Freeway and done away and we doin' it [Incomprehensible]
Holla, yeah, it's the rep

F R double the E, tell 'em
Cross the line, flip ya V?
Ya lost you mind? Don't fuck with Free
Trick, R O C bring trouble your way, holla

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

(feat. Young Gunz)

[Freeway]
They got me staring at the world through my rearview
Blow that baby, scream to God he
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 shit
I hate a prick, I'd kill his bitch
And make her lick the dick
Neef, keeps out more then an extended clip
Cuz I rather be judged by 12 then carried by 6
And I can show you how to DO THIS SHIT!
Get ya straight and get ya cake right?
Let us smoke and test ya weight
Before you take it to plate
Rock it down, stuff the shit in five eighths
Early and not late (Uh!)
Don't be makin' no mistakes
Put it out and then you bring it back straight
It's more money to make
Holla

[Chorus - Young Neef]
Neef Bucks 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
Neef Bucks 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 Chris]
Uh, Uh, Yo, A'yo
Young Gunna, just another victim of the ghetto nigga
Post and Pivot and distrubute the work
My Pop broke as filthy got addicted to work
Man, they say it's a shame, but they say it's the game
I made my way through the game
Rowdy lil youngin', was the snotty nosed youngin'
E'rybody lil youngin'
They only youngin' out huggin' that pavement
For paper, and was shoveling pavement for neighbors
I never made it to them 5 on 5's (Uh!)
They was playin' live, I was tryin' stay live!
Tryin' to stay alive!
Moms workin' 11:30 to curfew, I was tryin' to stay til' 5
Hopin' the corners stay alive, while I'm killin' it
Can't stop me before the day I'm robbed
I'll be coppin' again
So fuck a day job while I'm feelin' it
They ain't stoppin me
Straight from the center to "State Property" (UH!)

[Chorus - Young Chris]
Young Chris in Full Effect
And all I need is one reason just to pull this burner
Cause, Yall taught me to go next
And I'ma be goddamned if I'ma give my turn up
Young Chris 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

(feat. Kayne West)

[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 & Freeway]
I do my dirt all by my lonely and I got the heart to fight
So please refrain from hatin (on me!) before I turn out ya lights
Aint no hesitation, I got the guns to fight
So please refrain from hatin (on me!) before I turn out ya lights

[Verse 2: Freeway]
Don't test my patience because I got the guns to fight
Stay wit em coast to coast
IHOP I distrubute the toast to folks
I stop, never, Free a rap Icon
Black Bon Jovi, ?in the rock/Roc love of rock/Roc?
Jake of watches, ice cickle the time
Still got time to leave ya stash gone when you wake up
Free hate smuts, stay wit a dime, at all times
Stay on the grind at all times wit so many nines
Shit baggin and shake up
Nigguh! Ain't no captin to shake up
Doe like a brink truck, nine on my waist, I!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Freeway]
Freeeee! Put the burners to ya crew
Give me a reason, not to squeeze on ya gang
Man the hammers go bang to bang
In wit a bang, bang Blueprint 2
Before you, slide through to deliver ya gang the thangs
Switch lanes to get Paid in Full
Look it's the rich (?) of transporters
Donvan McNabb of mixtapes, look hey
Follow the kid's orders in other words do what the kid say
We got it locked from the Bay back to Philly
Where niggas pack millies like every single day
We don't play, we all about our change and
Money exchangin, if you bout your pay
Then every single day, bring the lla to ya city
Act up, bring the K's to ya city
Then shots exchangin, every single day

[Chorus w/o (on me!) x2]

Ch
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

(feat. Sparks)

[Intro]
[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
Sell your first stack and cop you a gun
We hear gun shots, we hardly amazed
My man Willie Mays and Santana live on the run
What does it mean? not goin back
Not gettin caged, strong with a gat
Prepare for the raid
Listen Mothers, bodies still underaged
You better talk to your sons
Send em on a straight line from the lines
And move straight to the pen
Sleep with a blade, husky niggaz touchin they chin
Get bailed, get out and then they at it again
All for the love of the pay

[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 3 - O. Sparks]
Every since I don't stop waist side
Sparks had the ambition to ride
O. Town play games but I need this chain
Got me deep in the game
To the point, yea coulnd't get no rest, no sleep
All I did was hug the block
And shake the police while they shakin the bag
At age 18, like half a brick, crack got half the street
Most of my always call me "Snoop"
Cause I couldn't cook this shit then
So I brought all my worst stylin fiends
Runnin back to the kid like "Sparks man, you sold me some bullshit"
But I kept on pumpin cause the block kept on jumpin
I'm not stoppin, I was told the sky's the limit
Plus I'm tryna to push the roads
And park the ??
And let you know what exactly takes places in the ghetto
When techs blow
When the cops circle, I know the bells like ?
Run fast with that .38 special

[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 sell 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
(You don't know)

(feat. Allen Anthony)

[Freeway]
State Property, Roc-a-fella Records
This that feeling music you know
We make that music you can feel Early

"Just Blaze"

[Verse 1: Freeway]
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
I might pop rock stars pop up on your strip
Free pop out hits get paid for my thoughts and that's alright
And my label the shit

[Chorus: Allen Anthony + (Freeway overlapping the chorus)]
Alright (And you hating the click)
Baby don't you cry (woo)
Alright, (tell em) everything's gon be alright
Alright, (woo) I know we can make it through this (tell em)
Alright, (geah) don't let go hold on tight
Alright, (woo) Alright, (geah) Alright

[Verse 3: Freeway + (Allen Anthony)]
I came from the hood and I'm bringing the hood with me
(And don't you worry about a thing)
It ain't a thing I'm bringing them things with me scrap
And I take em around the globe travel around the globe
Been to Paris and back again
Free fall back get stacks with a pen
Still move like a king pen clapping you forward
I went from gat in the tux
Snatching your gold to platinum and gold plaques on the tuck
Same shit different line up work gat and a tech
I might get with Mac and act up in a Bent
We came a long way from a pack and tech
(We got to reach for something better) geah

[Chorus: {Allen Anthony} + (Freeway overlapping the chorus)]
Alright, (woo) {hey oh oh baby} (geah)
Alright, (woo) everything's gon be alright for you and me (geah)
Alright, (right geah) {come on} (ugh it's the Roc)
Alright, (it's the Roc){alright hey hey hey yeah} (geah)
Alright, (geah) Alright,{oh oh oh yeah} (geah) Alright, (holla)

{All my homeboys out there dying} (Tell em)
(woo) hey this world's a crazy place (geah)
oh (geah) why didn't I find my (yes) place
{alright alright} (clap clap clap clap) (holla)
Alright (geah) {alright}
Alright {alright}, Alright {yeah}, Alright {oh lord}

[Freeway]
Young Free, Allen Anthony, The Roc is definitely in the building
Woo, geah, geah woop woop geah clap clap clap clap clap woo woo woo

State Property Music
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
Ain’t have no patience with him when the ceilin’ leaked on him
Creeped on him
But I’m 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 ain’t big but scrap you dead wrong
Ya’ll 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 ya’ll niggas feelin’ like ya’ll 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 can’t 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 ain’t 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 I’m 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 I’m 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
Couldn’t make it to the class
If this nigga chew your ear
That’s 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)

(feat. Mariah Carey, Jay-Z)

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 on my mind)
You know you got me (Feeling intoxicated)
You know you got me (Whenever you want me baby)

[Mariah Carey]
Boy I'm entangled up in you
These feelings I just can't elude
Cause you're so captivating
That I inadvertantly
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 on my mind)
You know you got me (Feeling intoxicated)
You know you got me (Whenever you want me baby)

[Jay-Z]
Mami got me buyin' property
Speedin' too fast, high velocity
Coppin' bracelets, baby rock piece
Vacation in Centro and Capri
And usually I be on my shit
Harlem Shakin' these groupies off me quick
But this time it's diff
Think the love gon' stick
Like Velcro, let go, hell no
Ma, you know you got me

[Mariah Carey]
Said I'm insecure when I'm around you
Don't know what to say or to do
Catching feelings boy, in spite of myself
I can't think of nobody else sugar
You're the star of all my dreams
I just wanna be your everything
Boy you know you really got me
Baby yeah

[Chorus x2]
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 on my mind)
You know you got me (Feeling intoxicated)
You know you got me (Whenever you want me baby)

[Mariah Carey]
Said I'm insecure when I'm around you
Don't know what to say or do
Catching feelings boy, in spite of myself
I can't think of nobody else sugar
You're the star of all my dreams
I just wanna be your everything
Boy you know you really got me
Baby

(feat. Young Chris)

[Intro - Freeway]
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 know
amateurs get state green's and hit with 24 months
From playin the game long, the eight long
Make pockets short snatch hair and bones weight
They been taking from us for too long it ain't wrong
Line em up and I jam em all yo!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Young Chris of The Young Gunz]
They want a war with the Roc? OKAY!
Cases catch 'em and beat 'em like O.J.
I been stretchin my d's since the O'Jays
Before I met Beans and Free, before Jay
Homie, Pops never was there
so I hustled 24 7 like the cops never was there
Yeah, fuck a box cause the metal was there
Fuck the cops cause the Fed's was paid
I been settled for years, I'm ahead of my years
Tuck the glock come pedal with K's
We can settle it here
We run with this beef, we runnin his peeps
Like five in the mornin while they under them sheets (wake up)
Like five gats drawn, soldiers come out they sleep
Tell me what they gon' tell me when the gun out they reach
Homie, we ain't gotta cheat
Y'all ain't stopping Sig
Young Gunner startin p. guard from State Property

[Chorus]