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
[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
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
[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
Alright (Explicit) featuring Allen Anthony작곡:Allen Anthony,Justin Smith,Leslie Pridgen,R. Foster
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
[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)
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
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
(Beanie Sigel talking) Honor (honor), Trust (trust), Respect (respect) Devotion (devotion), Friendship (friendship), Loyalty (loyalty), Karma (karma), Team (team), Us (us), ROC (roc), Silence (silence), tha 'eagle, bang I can't go on this way (sung overlapping last line)
(Beanie Sigel) Wit no union, and no benefits no dental plans I can't eat off no hundred grams I got cavities dat need fillin' You can't feed a nigga peanut juice Now put ya feet up in a nigga' shoes A lack of green'll give a nigga blues A sip of purple make a nigga rue Nigga drunk person speak a sober tune {I can't do on this way} - (sung overlapping last line) (Fuck dat, I can't do it man) We make these tips off dis gift dat we cursed wit But den my mind drift, am I defeatin' the purpose? Could you feel like shit when you miss yourself 1st? shit But who gon pay the bills? supply the mills? no surplus My baby mama give me drama on the daily Like she, makin' it barely and my kids is eatin rarely {I can't go on this way} (I'm stressed out gon' the what I can't do it) If you put puppies in the oven, do dat make 'em biscuits? Put hungry dogs in the kitchen, will dey eat the kittens Do you hear me or you listenin'? Ders a big difference Do you catch the lines and the hooks or are you still fishin'? Des a couple questions dat I, need to be answered Like, is dey backwoods and weed givin' me cancer {I can't do on this way} (I'm stressed out gon do what I can't do it) My momma say I got a nerve stress Got her wakin up in cold sweats I'm hard-headed and iron What make it worse my lil brother behind me Blood pressure runnin like Harriet She can't handle it I got her screaming Lord Jesus like Nahalia Son I'm tellin ya please don't let me bury ya {I can't go on this way} (I'm stressed man, I'm goin thru it) I was taught trust in the law but still tie up your camel Use your tongue as your sword and your books as your ammo But when dem bullets start flyin and you got pussies around you And who you rely on, got dem niggaz surround u? shit And make me feel like young Tinner, from the start I was finished How niggaz start wit a finish and begin wit a endin' {I can't go on this way} (I'm stressed out, I can't take it no more) I'm movin ass backwards wit no forward progress Feel asthmatic like kept mills keep joggin *Heavy breathin* Stagnant, runnin in place is tragic My heart in the faith I don't practice I still pray along, forgive me for my actions Cuz I still spit gangsta think Muslim and act Catholic {I can't go on this way} (I gotta still feel feed my young'n's, so keep huggin)
(Freeway) I can't wait until the rain turn to sunshine Cuz I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life Stuck in one time, Free pat-rol the block Get avoided by the government avoid the spent Can't wait til rain turn to sunshine Cuz I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life Stuck in the box {I can't go on this way} (Young Chris:) (I feel you big homie, Young gunner)
(Young Chris) Straight from the ghetto to ghetto I'm from the youngaz be the ghettoist ones Tryna make just as much as we could Tryna make it but dey gon make it hard as much as dey could Dat's why, dat's why Dat's why I hate 'em man dey crackers ain't nothin without paper Dey look at us it's nothing {I can't go on this way} (Came too far and I ain't goin backwoods for nothin) I ain't bein distracted by nothin Midget-size to Dikembe, I ain't back up from nothin Ma I'm still stressin It ain't the kid it's the bills stressin, she hold it down on her own She hold me down at the crib, hold me down while I'm gone She hold me down as a kid, hols me down while I'm grown {I can't do on this way} (I choose not, refuse not, down on my own) Now off the streets, runnin wit the hottest label in the label in the industry Da hottest label got a nigga 'lotta enemies So now when I go in baseline A nice-size ratchet to throw in wasteline I gotta make mine My bills ain't gettin paid in, kids ain't situated {I can't go on this way} (Ya'll better make a decision before us) (B. Sig) Cuz the way dat we livin ain't all good Ran away wit dem hatin ass niggaz don't like us Despite dem, we gon do it regardless But all dis comotion dey causin I ain't it wit (We ain't wit it) Dey can get it all it take is a column My dogs'll be down if the rounds gotta unlit tho {I can't go on this way} (Someday gotta forget it tho Consequences for my sentence gotta forgive us tho) (Fades out)
Not so long ago, I was not so popular I couldn't find a girl who was into me I searched for things to blame, maybe I was strange But I knew one day it would all change
Now I'm making joints that turn the club up and down Carousel going round and round Crazy how they all feel me now I still remember
I remember them girls that didn't want to talk to me Now I'm making this money Now them girls all over me I remember them girls that wouldn't go out with me Now I'm a big celebrity All around the world With a million girls At my party
From London to LA I own a few cafe's I ain't trying to boast But I got that dough I made a video so you could see the life I live Gotta casa across from Sammy Sosa's crib Laying out by the pool Model chicks running around in the nude
Now I'm making joints that turn the club up and down Carousel going round and round Crazy how they all feel me now I still remember
I remember them girls that didn't want to talk to me Now I'm making this money Now them girls all over me I remember them girls that wouldn't go out with me Now I'm a big celebrity All around the world With a million girls At my party
They say baby you're the man Can we have a one night stand Every girl wanna take me home Most these girls I would have never known I don't have to try Before you know it hands is on their thighs Before we get into some kinky shit here's the million dollar question
If he wasn't that rap cat Would you still do that If he wasn't Freeway would you still wanna leave with him Roll with him, got a whole lot of soul with him R-O-C got a whole lot of team with him Can't be with him No fake hoes with him Keep the vest closed just in case the 4-4's with him Now, Joe with him and they making it pop Silly broad what you think we forgot Man I remember back in the days When he had waves I had corn braids and no chains Now ya'll smell me Go in any party that I want rocking a skully Mutha fuckas is all frilly Now she running up to me Screaming I can get her on the news Say my voice get her in the mood Just get her to the room I hit her once and I'll leave Shit leave
I remember them girls that didn't want to talk to me Now I'm making this money Now them girls all over me I remember them girls that wouldn't go out with me Now I'm a big celebrity All around the world With a million girls At my party
Life (Explicit) featuring Beanie Sigel작곡:Dwight Grant,Eddie Money,Leslie Pridgen,Melvin Carter
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
Free At Last 작곡:David Oliver,Leslie Pridgen,Michael Aguilar,Michael E. Gradney, Jr.,Ryan Presson
(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
프리웨이(Freeway)는 국내 리스너들에게 아직까지는 조금 생소한 이름이다. 락카펠라(Rocafella) 레이블 소속으로 제이지(Jay-Z)의 [The Dynasty Roc La Familia] 앨범 수록곡인 <1-900-Hustler>에서 처음 대중들에게 그 이름을 알린 이후 <Roc The Mic>, <Mile Runnin'>을 비롯한 몇몇 싱글에 참여를 하며 점점 인지도를 쌓아올린 그이지만, 제이지, 비니시겔(Beanie Sigel), 캠론(Cam'ron)과 같은 레이블 동료들에 비하면 상대적으로 활약이 미비했던 것이 사실이다. 하지만 악을 지르는 듯한 독특한 발성과 정신없이 몰아치는 사나운 플로우는 그의 이름을 뇌리에 각인시키기에 충분하였다. 그리고 군데군데 번뜩이는...
