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from MSTRKRFT - Fist Of God (2009)
> Let me show you how I kick it when I'm at home.
Tone, Vicious ten bitches in the back room, and they naked and They taken' naked flicks, when they finished they goin' hang them Naked pictures in the bathroom. So I can see em' when I'm takin' shit an' I can see em' When Im takin' a piss an' you an' you can see em' When you takin' a shit an' you can see em' when you takin' a piss. Me an my 4-4 takin' a trip to the hood where it start out |
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from Freeway - Philadelphia Freeway (2003)
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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from Freeway - Philadelphia Freeway (2003)
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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from Dj Clue? - The Professional 2 (2000)
(feat. DMX)
[DMX (DJ Clue) {DMX's background vocal's}] (Whaaaat!) When its on {Uhh} Its on {Huh-uh} You motherfuckers done lost your mind! Its another one of those Ahh man (New DMX!) Another one of them, Clue slash X joints {What!} (Who's Next!) Another one of them off the motherfucking hook joints {Ahh you motherfuckers done lost your mind} Bulldog, call a bulldog! (Whaaaat!) When I creep through Niggas is see through Just like negligee {Uhh} Ain't no talkin cause there ain't much that the dead can say Long as I'm walking I be strappin my dogs {Uhh} (Whoooo-hooo!) Rackin the hogs Desert Eagle packin the morgues {What?} Metal slabs with yellow tags on toes it's What happens to those that {Uhh} Chose to be foes and {Huh-uh} Bet his man knows But yo, we only get stronger {Uhh} And the amount of time we're facing is only gettin longer Get the mayor on the horn! (Clue!) {What!} It's time for shit to go down {Uhh!} Strapped for the show down {Uhh!} Wet up yo crib, kick the door down Know you schemin' so I gots to get you first Put you right up in a brand new hearse Could be worse {Whoo!} Shoulda seen what I gave this nigga Two vests couldn't save this nigga {Uhh} The way I laid this nigga Played this nigga But thats what I'm good at {Huh-uh} Layin niggas out in fightin' pits and fuckin' hoodrats(Ha ha!) Where's my fuckin' hood at? {Whoo!} Cripple niggas like switches {Uhh!} Rip on niggas like bitches {Uhh!} Then pour niggas in ditches {Uhh!} They ain't found half the bodies that a nigga caught Or should I say a nigga bought Cause ain't nothing like getting' paid for, a nigga sport {Aight} Triple what a nigga thought But thats just how shit be I know that one day they gon' try that shit wit me But just as long as I'm on top of shit You ain't stoppin shit And ain't a motherfucker droppin' shit [Chorus: DMX {DMX background vocal's}] If it ain't ruff it ain't me {Uhh, c'mon} If it ain't ruff it ain't D {Uhh} M to the X Most y'all niggas is strait sex {What?} (*shots fired*) Next?! [Chorus] [DMX (DJ Clue) {DMX's background vocal's}] Plenty of niggas know dirty is how I do 'em Put buck shots, from a thirty right through 'em Cause ain't none of y'all muh'fuckers built for war And I lay down the law (Clueminati!) When I spray down the door Fuck around on my name will be 95-B-64-11 {What} On a three-and-a-half to seven {C'mon} When even up north I put niggas to waste So you wanna stop the violence? Get the fuck out my face! Parole before peeps hit the board off Bitches is fuckin but I sleep with the sawed off I got shit to do, rules to break, crews to break Before the news to break, I got dudes to take I don't joke cause Jokers is cards And cards are what I pull Infra red with the clip full No leash on the pitbull (Ha ha!) That shit is hot like the wax off a candle stick {C'mon} But how I handle shit Is to dismantle shit {C'mon} De-de-de-de-de Like Popeye when it's Spinach time (Clue!) Runnin' through two niggaz like the tape at the finish line What's your crew, gonna do when I put the pressure on And it hurts, wannabe gangstaz in skirts {Aight} And the bitches comin' all out them niggaz One false move and their moms'll read about them niggas And they wives'll be without them niggas Matter of fact, I'm tired of talkin money Throw your joints up, scrap, bitch (Ha ha!) [Chorus x2] [DMX (DJ Clue)] (DJ Clue!) Niggas won't creep in the streets with me (Desert Storm!) Cause you know what fuckin with these streets would be The Professional Part 2! Muh'fucker! (Ha ha!) Uhh, huh-uh (Fat shout - my nigga Ray! DMX! My nigga D-Wha!) Pa-pa-pa-pa nigga! (Yo Ruff Ryders! Word up!) |
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from Freeway - Philadelphia Freeway (2003)
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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from Freeway - Philadelphia Freeway (2003)
(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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from Bad Boys II (나쁜 녀석들 2) by Trevor Rabin [ost] (2003)
(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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from Def Jam 25: Volume 5 - The Hit Men (2009)
(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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from Freeway - Philadelphia Freeway (2003)
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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from Freeway - Philadelphia Freeway (2003)
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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from Freeway - Philadelphia Freeway (2003)
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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from Beanie Sigel - The B.Coming (2005)
(feat. Freeway)
(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) |
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from Joe - And Then (2004)
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 |
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from Freeway - Philadelphia Freeway (2003)
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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from Freeway - Free At Last (2007)
(feat. Rick Ross, Dre)
[Verse 1: Freeway] Hit it Young Philly from the block y'all rockstars This is criminal opera I got y'all 60 niggas willin to pop y'all or rock y'all Freezer cruise the city in a hot car sports car Cleveland today Atlanta tomarrow Free will never be soft cause the hood is in me They say it will be here today gone tomorrow But I'm still standin strong cause the hood is with me (hit me) Yes! before this rap thing cracked off I was somewhere gettin a pack off that's all Now I'm gettin my raps off that's all Shuttin down colliseums like NASA asshole (Freezy where you been) I took four years off I went to Mecca paid respect and Earned some checks for the road Be the man that cut the check so please respect Young Hov Before I hit y'all with the tech And turn ya lights down low Woah! [Chorus: Dre & Freeway] Lights get low (Low) Let the music take total The music take total control Trol trol trol Let the music take total The music take total control Trol trol trol (I got to hustle I got to grind) (I got to hustle I got to grind) Let the music take total The music take total con... [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Born with the murder one We got the hood burning up Yea this what you want My niggas know to turn it up The white be with my city yea for me to run You standin in a pool of blood Youngin shoulda seen the sun What you want to do tell me what you want to move A good week for me another man a month or two I'm into blowing and laying you niggas low The feds tappin out and they fucking with figure fours I don't wanna wrestle I wet em and then they froze Me and Free hit every freeway around the globe If she with me just know that she throw stacks A quarter stick of dynamite off in that whole back She the bomb I'm the boss Maybach that's my flying sauce Count a mill with me shawty because you need to ride You watch it freeze up you will see in time [Chorus: Dre & Freeway] Lights get low (Low) Let the music take total The music take total control Trol trol trol Let the music take total The music take total control Trol trol trol (I got to hustle I got to grind) (I got to hustle I got to grind) Let the music take total The music take total con... [Verse 3: Freeway] Y'all rappers perpetrating Free motivateing Put bones together like I'm the great lakes Then use my dome acheing I'm so patient Struggling between my music and moving weight and I can move a crate in Less than an hour And make hit in the same hour It's so amazing Matter fact free so hood That I still hit the kinks For three weeks I'm cool with asians Nigga come at me going to lose You need to fire them dudes Who hike them up through his agent Me & Cool & Dre will give you abrasions Hit his chest because his hustle so soft Don't make me go off Treat this town like the brightest star Grinds in the east the south an the west If a nigga got beef I'm a put it to rest God bless us when I tell him That I leave him deceased Now peep holla [Chorus: Dre & Freeway] Lights get low (Low) Let the music take total The music take total control Trol trol trol Let the music take total The music take total control Trol trol trol (I got to hustle I got to grind) (I got to hustle I got to grind) Let the music take total The music take total con... |
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from Freeway - Philadelphia Freeway (2003)
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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from Freeway - Philadelphia Freeway (2003)
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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from Def Jam 25: Volume 8 - Girls Just Wanna (2009)
(Intro (Beanie Sigel): )
Ho!....Ho!....Ho!... (Freeway) Bounce (Beanie Sigel) Holla (Freeway) Bounce....bounce....bounce (Beanie Sigel) It's B Sige in the place with Young Free And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah Still watch what you say out your mouth Cause 50 shots still will burn the club out (Verse 1 (Freeway): ) I miss the hood when I'm travelin, get neck when I'm travelin Chicks peck wood when I'm travelin Fuck a lex cause the click thick good in a caravan Slide through your hood like a avalanche Take a flick if you get a chance get that close Fuck in a van cause I got that dough Deal with me, enemies come sleep with me for breakfast Guaranteed to eat this toast I'm reckless, firestarter heat your folks A starvin artist that a eat y'all tracks, so don't bring 'em around I be around ricans vida loca They got all the toastas don't need no gats I got a six stashed leave 'em around So I don't get left around haters around when I leave In the winter rock short sleaves reason to pound With the heat blastin, keep actin the heat blastin Shut no marine shinin, marine fashion backin 'em down Niggas 'gone keep hatin and my click 'gone keep grindin Keep movin, lockin the town (Chorus (Freeway): ) It's Freeway in the place to be see And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah Still watch what you say to me prick Cause I got what it takes to duck the AK clip (Beanie Sigel) It's B Sige in the place with Young Free And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah Still watch what you say out your mouth Cause 50 shots still will burn the club out, ho!!! (Verse 2 (Beanie Sigel): ) It's Mack-daddy-young strappy No he ain't the OG gangsta Yes I is! come on don't test I kid I firebomb cribs like Left Eye did Notorious like that Bed Stuy kid, big or small you can get it Damn raw like tryin to brawl a strong armored midget I pull the 9 out my pocket I'm lyin I pull the Mac out the closet start fryin Will you cats try to block it stop tryin Take that, get back, clap mine You know, stay low, keep fryin, uh! I put the led in they gat, the medal go clap I lay cats flat on they back, stop fuckin with this radical cat You fuck around and need a medical cat The led a go clap, your head a go back Uh, it's B Sige, in the place to be With two seaters on the waist of me, who's facin me? (Chorus (Beanie Sigel):) It's B Sige in the place with Young Free And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah Still watch what you say out your mouth Cause 50 shots still will burn the club out, ho!!! (Freeway) It's Freeway in the place to be see And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah Still watch what you say to me prick Cause I got what it takes to duck the AK clip (Verse 3 (Freeway): ) Red nickels down your way don't trip Get holded down your way got soldiers down your way Keep quiet down your way no lip All of y'all need to run yo'self Go get the burna nigga bang yo'self When I come through with they hammer make you lose yo' health And, boulder dashes move like Cassius Clay Move yay like caskets, there's a will there's a way Obey my thirst move yay through traffic Without Sprite, without Nike's I just do it bar break your basket Yeah you damn right, without ice I pull a playa honey card stuffed with baskets International post playas stuck with a adlib You don't wanna be hoe playas stuck in the hood Bend over backwards clown suckers on a backwoods (Chorus (Freeway): ) It's Freeway in the place to be see And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah Still watch what you say to me prick Cause I got what it takes to duck the AK clip (Beanie Sigel) It's B Sige in the place with Young Free And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah Still watch what you say out your mouth Cause 50 shots still will burn the club out, ho!!! (Freeway) It's Freeway in the place to be see And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah Still watch what you say to me prick Cause I got what it takes to duck the AK clip (Beanie Sigel) It's B Sige in the place with Young Free And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah Still watch what you say out your mouth Cause 50 shots still will burn the club out, ho!!! (Outro (Freeway): ) All of y'all need to run yo'self Go get the burna nigga bang yo'self All of y'all need to run yo'self Go get the burna nigga bang yo'self |
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from Freeway - Free At Last (2007)
Rocafella millionaires bitch 30 mill in the bank 30 grand on the wrist and 20 mill in the Swiss and 30 birds in a tank Diamonds all in the face blind ya face when it glisten Ace of Spade not that Crissy man you know what we drink Got my automa k in my new Gucci slippers I bring my loafers from Louies what the fuck did you think When I step in the place bitches running up to me yelling Chea Chea Chea Chea I turn a nick to a dime dime to some millions A brick to the Roc the Roc into some buildings When ya nigga feeling I might see about a billion 'Fore I leave the building now that's what I call a billing Uh balling you still crawling children call him When ya start walking I be wheeling flooring Something foreign no ceiling chilling hey hey hey hahaha That's what them hoes say Hey Ho pouring rose ay Rose gold royal oak automart okay Chea Hey Chea Hey Chea Hey Chea Hey Chea Hey Chea Hey Ch Ch Ch Ch Ch Ch Chea That's what them hoes say Free pouring rose ay Rocafella millionaires we stack that paper everyday yeeeah Hey Yeah Hey Yeah Hey Yeah Hey Yeah Hey Hey Ch Ch Ch Ch Ch Ch Chea I'm a jet fuel abuser now 7 4 to the 5 Hova's dough is on autopilot I don't even drive In the bop with my shoes up I just took back the Phantom Too many fuckers could fathom what it felt like to have em I just copped me an all things a professional ball team Tell me I ain't the illest hustler ya'll seen When you don't buy out the bar you buy the bar that's what ya call Ha ha ha haaa I got some dough on the block got some dough getting wrists I got a villa in Tahiti and I don't owe no rent I got that paper for real a and these niggas finally thinking Eat my cake up in the safe and take a slice of the dilla Three hundred grands of damn willa why ya'll niggas debating I'm copping ya'll niggas hating cuz I'm making that scrilla They know me F Baby gorrilla when I step in the building they saying That's what them hoes say Hey Ho pouring rose ay Rose gold royal oak automart okay Chea Hey Chea Hey Chea Hey Chea Hey Chea Hey Chea Hey Ch Ch Ch Ch Ch Ch Chea That's what them hoes say Free pouring rose ay Rocafella millionaires we stack that paper everyday yeeeah Hey Yeah Hey Yeah Hey Yeah Hey Yeah Hey Hey Ch Ch Ch Ch Ch Ch Chea Although I'm good with addition the flow so scientific Gold plate like Cris so I reverse the system Came from poverty striken to the top of the Forbes Now the property's listed in high society district '76 is the floor '94 with the raw '96 with the flow 2008 with the spitting Now drop a grip up in the mall two hundred grand at the district we living bitches That's what them hoes say Hey Ho pouring rose ay Rose gold royal oak automart okay Chea Hey Chea Hey Chea Hey Chea Hey Chea Hey Chea Hey Ch Ch Ch Ch Ch Ch Chea That's what them hoes say Free pouring rose ay Rocafella millionaires we stack that paper everyday yeeeah Hey Yeah Hey Yeah Hey Yeah Hey Yeah Hey Hey Ch Ch Ch Ch Ch Ch Chea |
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from Freeway - Free At Last (2007)
[Intro]
Okay, Freezer, Yeah. ROC-A-Fella Nikkah, uh one shot deal, collabo, ohhhh. Okay, okay, it's goin down ladies. Ladies and Gentlemen, we in the building. Ya'll know what time it is. Yeah, Talk yo shit Freezer. Okay Yeah [Verse one] Philly Freezer, me and ""???"" people what yall drinkin people what yall smoking? All weekend Freezer not thinkin, took a small vacation and I [Still Got Love] I got love from coast to coast, I got love all across the board for spittin sick rhymes. And I still toa-toast the most, if they try me ill roast ya folks, ill leave ya click fried. and dem haters ain't sinkin a boat, Philly Freezer gon keep on the flow cuz this is his time. Im all about the Benjamins i'm, in the spot wit petrone shots livin the life. My raps get a cooch wet, let me inside. Get that women two more shots we fina slide. They bang me in they cribs, and they bang me in they whips, and they film me in the club, so I [Still Got Love] [Hook] Free At Last is the sequel to my first album, Please it, when the people show me [Love] They bang every song that im droppin' Every hit that I bring em so I [Still Got Love] If you ROCin throw your drinks in the air. Throw your hands in the air, show some real ni88as that [Love] ROC-A-Fella we back, in the streets, in the club, so we [Still Got Love] [Verse 2] We in the lab, bang on the beat, Philly Freezer write verses wit invisable ink, Take a winter from the hood to the beach, let 'em get sand in they feet, let 'em blow 'em, until she sleeps. YEAH and I still got love like a 5 or 4 sun, when the sun 6 feet deep. DAMN and they just got the call, outta no where or no time degree people. You dont wanna start no drama, cuz if you start some drama then we comin' six feet deep. Then you like big meat, ya'll waist deep, matter fact Jay ""??? ??? ??? ???"". Nikkah, its the ROC we are back, Freezer like Luda, he Disturbin' Tha Peace. They bang me in they cribs, They bang me in the Jeeps, They film me in the club, so I [Still Got Love] [Hook] Free At Last is the sequel to my first album, Please it, when the people show me [Love] They bang every song that im droppin' Every hit that I bring em so I [Still Got Love] If you ROCin throw your drinks in the air. Throw your hands in the air, show some real ni88as that [Love] ROC-A-Fella we back, in the streets, in the club, so we [Still Got Love] [Verse 3] Ya'll rusty, ya'll can't touch Free, NOO I move my Jay, I don't move records like this Yayo fo sho. It got my sip sight, lil homie its the ROC what you livin like? what it be like? matter fact im the one you wanna rap like, re-appear like, spit ur adlibs like. The truth always come to the light, Philly Freezer write back so get them adlibs right. Freezer stay strapped I wanna clap tonite, all my clips have to move like MAC tonite. Me and my burner, like ""???????????"" Stick together cuz we fam, we dont never fight. They bang me in the cribs, and they bang me in they whips, and they film me in the club, so I [Still Got Love] [Hook] Free At Last is the sequel to my first album, Please it, when the people show me [Love] They bang every song that im droppin' Every hit that I bring em so I [Still Got Love] If you ROCin throw your drinks in the air. Throw your hands in the air, show some real ni88as that [Love] ROC-A-Fella we back, in the streets, in the club, so we [Still Got Love] |
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from Freeway - Free At Last (2007)
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Shawty if you love me like your lost and you can't find your way without me You gon wake up one day when i'm gone thinking why did you doubt me But you better believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top You got to believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top [Verse 1: Freeway] I made you why would I play you? Not only showered you with gift I bathed you Plus I hit the first night and I stayed too I know it's early but I just thought I would page you Hey you! More then I'm willing and able You get tired from all the presents that I gave you Still you Be acting like you someone faithful You swear I'm fucking on a rendezvous When you think of freaking I be on my gril Even when we not feaking you be on my mind I'm more mature I'm flipping them dollars So I can't give you all of my time cause I'm, 24 hours a day stuck in a war Atleast 8 hours or more cooking them rhymes up So 16 hours just you can hit the store and you complaining you want more free time? [Chorus: 50 Cent] Shawty if you love me like your lost and you can't find your way without me You gon wake up one day when i'm gone thinking why did you doubt me But you better believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top You got to believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top [Verse 2: Freeway] You got to believe me baby I'm making it easy baby My SWA you watching feezy baby I got a mean Mercedes and got a cleaning lady Heres sme advice for you, you better heat it baby Long as your whip in the room and got a strip on them bomms So what the fuck do you care cause I live on the road I'm busy gripping them Ole's that's how you gripping thme clothes Home I ain't getting no dough I can't be sitting in there So what they worth is they own baby I'm different then them I bring them benjamins in look at the kitchen in there Look at the living room set look at that thing on your neck Maching that thing on your wrist but got some digits in there I give a fuck if they stare I give a fuck what they think I get them budgets in check and put the diesel in there Don't let them people in there Gas you up and get you all upset You win my heart and I'm a keep you there [Chorus: 50 Cent]Shawty if you love me like your lost and you can't find your way without me You gon wake up one day when i'm gone thinking why did you doubt me But you better believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top You got to believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top [Verse 3: Freeway] And since these feelings at heart are not right I, Put in position to rock ice right and, Them other niggas be singing the same song they might, Have what it takes but they handle things wrong You in your mens, or something you want the meaner man You got to believe yourself cause I believe in me I got the Beamer keys I'm just as clean as these I smoke the greenest trees Them other niggas be fronting [Chorus: 50 Cent] Shawty if you love me like your lost and you can't find your way without me You gon wake up one day when i'm gone thinking why did you doubt me But you better believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top You got to believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top |
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from Welcome to 2008 (2008)
(Feat. 50 Cent)
[Chorus: 50 Cent] Shawty if you love me like your lost and you can't find your way without me You gon wake up one day when I'm gone thinking why did you doubt me But you better believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top You got to believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top [Verse 1: Freeway] I made you why would I play you? Not only showered you with gifts I bathed you Plus I hit the first night and I stayed too I know it's early but I just thought I would page you Hey you! More then I'm willing and able You get tired from all the presents that I gave you Still you Be acting like you someone faithful You swear I'm fucking on a rendezvous When you think of freaking I be on my girl Even when we not freaking you be on my mind I'm more mature I'm flipping them dollars So I can't give you all of my time cause I'm, 24 hours a day stuck in a war Atleast 8 hours or more cooking them rhymes up So 16 hours just you can hit the store and you complaining you want more free time? [Chorus: 50 Cent] Shawty if you love me like your lost and you can't find your way without me You gon wake up one day when I'm gone thinking why did you doubt me But you better believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top You got to believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top [Verse 2: Freeway] You got to believe me baby I'm making it easy baby My SWA you watching Feezy baby I got a mean Mercedes and got a cleaning lady Heres some advice for you, you better heat it baby Long as your whip in the room and got a strip on them booms So what the fuck do you care cause I live on the road I'm busy gripping them Ole's that's how you gripping them clothes Home I ain't getting no dough I can't be sitting in there So what they worth is they own baby I'm different then them I bring them benjamins in look at the kitchen in there Look at the living room set look at that thing on your neck Matching that thing on your wrist but got some digits in there I give a fuck if they stare I give a fuck what they think I get them budgets in check and put the diesel in there Don't let them people in there Gas you up and get you all upset You win my heart and I'm a keep you there [Chorus: 50 Cent] Shawty if you love me like your lost and you can't find your way without me You gon wake up one day when I'm gone thinking why did you doubt me But you better believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top You got to believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top [Verse 3: Freeway] And since these feelings at heart are not right I, Put in position to rock ice right and, Them other niggas be singing the same song they might, Have what it takes but they handle things wrong You in your mens. or something you want the meaner man You got to believe yourself cause I believe in me I got the Beamer keys I'm just as clean as these I smoke the greenest trees Them other niggas be fronting [Chorus: 50 Cent] Shawty if you love me like your lost and you can't find your way without me You gon wake up one day when I'm gone thinking why did you doubt me But you better believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top You got to believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top |
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from Freeway - Philadelphia Freeway (2003)
[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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from Freeway - Philadelphia Freeway (2003)
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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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from Freeway - Philadelphia Freeway (2003)
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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from Freeway - Philadelphia Freeway (2003)
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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from Freeway - Free At Last (2007)
Soo....the last time
We will remember We all only remember Thats right Constantly tottin' the pistol When I rap, its so official when I rap Came in the game on mac bac Jumped off Now I'm scoring like Shaq Globetrottin' yea I'm tourin' the map Coupe ridin' when I'm back in the hood Benz coupe put the roof in the back Got my strapper on my lap so I'm good (yea) Cross reason you will definitely lose Lil scrapper cause u death in the booth Put Ses in the woods I blew first 'cause I'm the best in the hood Its something missin' Y'all busy y'all congesting the booth (yea) God with me so I second to who? No boby but the brother muhameed Islamic style is hotter About a dollar holler Roc-a-feller top shotters Make the models holler Get your thousand dollars We can shoot it out or bang it out its not a problem If a nigga hidin' I know how to find him Holler [chorus] So....the last time We will remember We all only remember We will remember Soo... I've been rhyming since the 90's Been loiter since 01 Got 300 niggas dats ridin I'm Leonadis I am cumin for the title Take the best rapper Hang from his feet an dry em Iron sheet clothes line em Was on a iron bust Now I'm on a iron bird Flying don't tryin' 'cause hes rhyming with a iron beak If u lookin' for competition I am he All y'all can take a l D.i me F-r-e me amour Tell the them underage chickens they should bring id If they ain't got it they ain't gettin' up V.I.P We liven All my women be in Christine Dior (yea) Freezer in bentley but he listen to Porsche Y'all hear the beat bangin' Well its v.i beek I'm from north Philly Round the corner from pink Took my pictures in the clique Now my pics in source (yeaaaaaaaa) (freeway) I killed my own profession droppin' pelicans off Don't push 'em freezer Muslim So he better than y'all Plus freezer pop them checks More cheddar than y'all An his bars like sars Knock your relative off Rule 1 Don't fuck with f.r That's thats Oh y'all thought he was whack Now come come now While y'all so dumb now Pop me and get pop at I got the m I got 16 ways on how to hit your mans up Pull them vans up hop in Throw on them timberland boots Put them vans up This a stand off Y'all should man up I ain't from the bay Philly niggas ghost ride with them cannons We rely to have u divin' with them salmons Free a shark man Marks man shot Slam done This is what the peoples is wanting Me and b come with that funk we bout to do it again Come on (chorus) |
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from Freeway - Philadelphia Freeway (2003)
[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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from Freeway - Philadelphia Freeway (2003)
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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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2003-05-14
Subject : Freeway - Philadelphia Freeway (Roc-A-Fella,2003)
