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1. _ Free
[Freeway]
Okay, I see where y'all goin
Okay, aight dude, you want me to fuck with that Free shit? Okay..
Yeah, I got you blazed...holla!
Uh! Yeah!
Nigga, the name is strong, it can mean ten things in one
This dedicated to my niggas that grind from ten to ten
In other words all day duck the cops cuz they wanna be free
Man, them gates is strong and when that nigga locked down and he can't get out
And he lose a couple pounds and his skin get pale
And he's sittin in his cell til his patience gone, you know
Freeway be feelin your pain, I got twelve homies doin the same
And if they had bail, homey, they'd be out
But they don't so they sittin for a minute
That's the price of the game when you in it
Your freedom get strippin away
These niggas came through my hood with the nines
My man Black hit they wheel with the K, spun it around
Same day cops book em guess who send kites to em, nigga?
Free! That's right, Holdin em down nigga, the clique tight
Homer and Joe we get it down, open your mail
Read your letters, see a couple flicks of ya boyzie boyzies
Nigga, Freeway like Georgie Porgie, puddin pie kiss the girl
Fuck kiss, get orgies
One clip'll rock ya world, nigga calm ya bore beef
Shootin out with Free you gon' need a four leaf
But Freeway ain't all about the drama
I seen bullets come up out the lamas and go into melons
And leave niggas killas leakin like Aunt Jemima
Fuck what ya man think that nigga gone but he ain't Free
Gimme the kees, y'all niggas is bitchin
Package it up, I'm out with the breeze
In and out of lanes until I get where I'm goin
That's how I got my name, mane, series and my man ain't free
You can get shot in your face
Not payin attention, lunchin, gripped by the deez
Gotta be on point movin ya work by them benches
That's how I got my change, fam
Ain't a damn thang free in this world but your boy got a mean plan
To get my team out the ghetto with my boys in stilettos til we rich man
I'mma play Joe Clark when it's hardly norm
Free! Whether the coupe on F or coupe on E
I can get ya chick on E
See through her dress, get the address
Give her the F, pass her to E
They say the best things in life are free, but I can't tell
I gotta pay for all the food that I take in
And gotta pay for all the chronic that I inhale
That's why I stick with my team, nigga, stick with my men
Y'all dudes freelance, play for any team
Don't stand for nothin then you fall for anything
Turn on your voice soon as you get any cheers
But it's cool, beat downs with bats and spiked chains are free
Gettin played and haters screamin my name ain't me
Gettin paid and changin the game is me
That's why I keep a gatt in the tuck
That rip through ya bean, y'all niggas mad cuz y'all ain't Free
Look, I focus and aim, listen to bull
One verse can fuck up the game
Kick in a door, icier chain
Clean up ya kids, hook up ya bulls but gotta work hard cuz it ain't free
Used to get work hard couldn't cook soft
My homey remain anonymous, looked up to D
And you guessed it we worked up the soft, tripled the reef
But the game's sold not told, it ain't free
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2. _ Victim of the Ghetto
shit
down in my area
uh
real shit
nigga uh
its tha roc
shit
free shit
uh
feel me
yo yo yo
i was born in west but migrated to north
remember cold nights grindin ak and the torch
balled off and the stick up boys if they want war
feins comin all night all i heard was 4 more
rocks and a cat
when it was jumpin me and rel hit dances
you could pick me out rockin the cat
but things change
cuz my man rel fightin a body
on state row wearin so cold rockin his blues
i roll wit tha roc
still try to roc at a show
shit aint like 98 niggas pockets is low
which way do i go
inditments blew over
man wit tha few shoulders shovel mick boulders gettin it slow
me
im in the studio switchin the flow
changin the style
my son and daughter need pampers cuz they just shittin em up and changin the size
my man just gripped the jags see the change in his eyes
and i eat sleep buy sell
drugs cuz im just anotha victim of the ghetto
and i ride still aloud to get money
bust slugs cuz im just anotha product of the ghetto
and i eat sleep buy sell
drugs cuz im just anotha victim of the ghetto
and i ride still aloud to get money
bust slugs cuz im just anotha 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 platnium wheels platnium gats
took a trip down south and came back with platnium caps
im still tryin to write platnium raps
but made a slight change from verse one started chugin them backs
its like im travelin back rewindin the time
puttin 419 must be outta my mind
uh 9 get it outta my palm
just grab 4 n a half and get it outta my trunk
free we need you at the studio out to lunch
out on the block these niggas just pulled out on my man
and the only roc i worry bout is right on my face
we bout to do shake raddle his block with no plan
shots fired
cops came
but im a grown man
i stick around till my clip is empty
cops threw me on the ground but my clip got empty
now walls is all i see a thug is all i ever be
and i eat sleep buy sell
drugs cuz im just anotha victim of the ghetto
and i ride still aloud to get money
bust slugs cuz im just anotha product of the ghetto
and i eat sleep buy sell
drugs cuz im just anotha victim of the ghetto
and i ride still aloud to get money
bust slugs cuz im just anotha 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 doug
i got 9 left my click show love they right back
my cuson m son lil die he so grown
said he hold chrome run blocks n write raps
call me right back told him i control the bones
try to play the phone recuron and hold wax
leave that drug shit alone dont forget you grown
it will put you places were your mind cant get you back from
lil nigga aint writin me back since still supply the jail
l pridget u got mail its prolly all the letter yu wrote her
what you mean all the fucked up shit you told her
this shit from my cuson emily im quotin
write out a letter lil die got poped in the head
tryin to steal a niggas lover thats what the cop said
but the streets could tell you better
and i eat sleep buy sell
drugs cuz im just anotha victim of the ghetto
and i ride still aloud to get money
bust slugs cuz im just anotha product of the ghetto
and i eat sleep buy sell
drugs cuz im just anotha victim of the ghetto
and i ride still aloud to get money
bust slugs cuz im just anotha 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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3. _ Full Effect
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4. _ On My Own
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5. _ You Don't Know (In the Ghetto)
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6. _ Life
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7. _ Flipside
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8. _ Alright
[Freeway]
State Property, Roc-a-fella Records
This that feeling music you know
We make that music you can feel Early
"Just Blaze"
[Verse 1: Freeway]
I went from the ghetto to the ghetto and I'm back again
And we doing it back and forth roll with a gang of thugs
My burner my hood passport fresh from the airport I'm back again
And I clap your men; I'm from a block where niggas might blast your pops
No chance ambulance can't save your kin; smoke reefer burn reefer
Chill in my spot instead of making selat drink liters of gin
I'm drunk again I'm high again I just might fly a kite
To my niggas up state knocked off in the pen
They booked in a jail; I'm booking a flight
It's fucked up last year we was all on the block
This can't be life this can't be love
They roll with a whack; I roll with a snub
We all in a fight
[Chorus: Allen Anthony + (Freeway overlapping the chorus)]
Alright, (woo) baby don't you cry (ugh)
Alright, (tell em) everything's gon be alright
Alright, (woo) I know we can make it through this
Alright, (tell em)don't let go hold on tight (ugh)
Alright, Alright, Alright
[Verse 2: Freeway + (Allen Anthony)]
Baby don't you cry
Every thing gon be alright all night, Free is on his job let the music play
And I ain't come to hurt nobody tonight
But if a dude get out of line put him back in tech
Must be out his mind let the ruger spray
Clap until we alright all out of dodge (alright)
That's right crush the club tonight with a watch on the Robb Report (sweet)
Check on the war report; check on the stores we bought (yeah)
Check on the kids and shit
Hope everything's alright all night cause all day pop in the mix
I might pop rock stars pop up on your strip
Free pop out hits get paid for my thoughts and that's alright
And my label the shit
[Chorus: Allen Anthony + (Freeway overlapping the chorus)]
Alright (And you hating the click)
Baby don't you cry (woo)
Alright, (tell em) everything's gon be alright
Alright, (woo) I know we can make it through this (tell em)
Alright, (geah) don't let go hold on tight
Alright, (woo) Alright, (geah) Alright
[Verse 3: Freeway + (Allen Anthony)]
I came from the hood and I'm bringing the hood with me
(And don't you worry about a thing)
It ain't a thing I'm bringing them things with me scrap
And I take em around the globe travel around the globe
Been to Paris and back again
Free fall back get stacks with a pen
Still move like a king pen clapping you forward
I went from gat in the tux
Snatching your gold to platinum and gold plaques on the tuck
Same shit different line up work gat and a tech
I might get with Mac and act up in a Bent
We came a long way from a pack and tech
(We got to reach for something better) geah
[Chorus: {Allen Anthony} + (Freeway overlapping the chorus)]
Alright, (woo) {hey oh oh baby} (geah)
Alright, (woo) everything's gon be alright for you and me (geah)
Alright, (right geah) {come on} (ugh it's the Roc)
Alright, (it's the Roc){alright hey hey hey yeah} (geah)
Alright, (geah) Alright,{oh oh oh yeah} (geah) Alright, (holla)
{All my homeboys out there dying} (Tell em)
(woo) hey this world's a crazy place (geah)
oh (geah) why didn't I find my (yes) place
{alright alright} (clap clap clap clap) (holla)
Alright (geah) {alright}
Alright {alright}, Alright {yeah}, Alright {oh lord}
[Freeway]
Young Free, Allen Anthony, The Roc is definitely in the building
Woo, geah, geah woop woop geah clap clap clap clap clap woo woo woo
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9. _ We Get Around
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10. _ Don't Cross the Line
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11. _ All My Life
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12. _ Hear the Song
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13. _ What We Do
[Freeway]
Man if I get rocked, this shit for my kids nigga
It's that real shit...
[female singer, repeated throughout the verses]
Even though what we do is wrong...
We still hustle 'til the sun come up
Crack a 40 when the sun go down
It's a cold winter
Y'all niggaz better bundle up
And I bet it be a hotter summer, grab a onion
Yes the ROC gets down, you hot now, listen up
Don't you know cops' whole purpose is to lock us down?
And throw away the key
But without this drug shit your kids ain't got no way to eat, huh?
We still try to keep Mom...smilin'...
Cuz when the teeth stop showin' and the stomach start growlin'
Then the heat start flowin'
If you from the hood I know you feel me ([Jay-Z:] Keep goin'...)
If a sneak start leanin' and the heat stop workin'
Then my heat start workin' I'm-a rob me a person
Catch a nigga sleepin' while he out in the open...and I'm-a get him ([Jay-Z:] Keep flowin'...)
We gotta raise our kids while we livin'
Make a million off-a record bail my niggaz outta prison
Fuck a Bentley or a Lexus just my boys in the squadder
Nigga talk reckless then I hit 'em with the Smif 'n...
But I'm never snitchin' I'm a rider
If my kids hungry snatch the dishes out ya kitchen
I'll be wylin' til they pick me outta line-up...
We keep the nines tucked, chopped dimes up, rap about it
Wyle out, fuck niggaz up, laugh about it
I'm not tryin' to visit the morgue but Freeway move out 'til I sit with the Lord
'Til I...get my shit together, clean up my sins
Freeway got it in like 10 in the mornin'
And I can get it to ya like 10 while you yawnin' mang...
Still deliver the order mang!
And I ain't talkin' bout chicken and gravy mang!
I'm talkin' bout bricks 'o ye-yo, halves and quarters
4 and a halves of hash you do the math
Swing past us scoop up your daughter
She wanna roll wit' a thug that rap, you do the math
He won't blast 'til my stacks in order mang!
[Jay-Z]
...MANG! Lemme get 'em Free
Hove never slackin' mang, zippin' in the black Range
Faster than the red ghost, gettin' ghost wit' Pac-Mang
One-time know a got a knack to get that change
Leader of the black gang, R-O-C mang
Bang like T-Mac, ski mask air it out
Gotta kill witnesses 'cause Free's beard's stickin' out
Y'all don't want no witness shit, we squeeze hammers mang
Bullets breeze by you, like Lousiana mang...
But I gotta feed Tianna mang...
So I move keys you can call me the Piano Man
Rain...sleet, hail...snow man
Slang dough, E, hydro man...
[Beanie Sigel]
...no, B. Sige in the third lane
Gramps still prayin' workin on my nerves man...
Like, "Son you gotta get your soul clean...
Before they blow them horns like Coltrane..."
But still I cry tears of a hustler
Wipe tears from my mother, pull out beers for her brothers...
That's above us, make beds for the babies
Tuck kids under covers, buy cribs for their mothers
Shit I'll probably be wylin' with their fathers
Tell Ms. Robert, tell Enijah that I'm ridin' for her father
That's like my brother, like same mother different father
Any problems dog know I got 'em
And still we grind from the bottom
Just to make it to the bottom sold crack in the alleyways
Still gave back Marcy a Dollar Day
Real gangstas make hood holidays
They ain't thank us but we still paid homage mang
Soul Food Sunday lookin' like Big Momma's mang
Tell the gang I never break my promise mang...mang...unnh!
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14. _ You Got Me
Y-y-you (Ooooh) y-y-you
Ahh, ooh oh oh oh oh (Ummm)
You know you got me, yeah
You know you got me uh-huh-huh-huh
You know you got me, yeah
You know you got me
[Freeway]
Uh it's Mariah and Free
Just Blaze beats, yeah
It's the Roc and Mariah and the women go (Oh)
And I love it when the ladies sing (Uh uh uh uh)
And they love it when the whistles blow over the ring
Slide upon ya strip and go (Uh uh uh uh)
Just to pick up ya sister bro
You like to pick and choose who she dates
While I state who I like to stick and move
Silly fool, she know that I got her
I'll run up on the strip and go (Uh uh uh uh)
For Mariah play a brother role
I'll play a different role
Let her roll in the wheel, long days nowhere to go
And no other slimie will do
She just like honey so she got me like Winnie the Pooh
Long nights let her chill with the crew
Only backwards will do and she know how to roll
They say out with the old and in with the new
But she's my dreamlover so I can't let go, hey no
Please believe me, I've never been a liar
Touch fire Mariah and Free-weezy
[Mariah Carey]
I get shy around you
Don't know what to say
I don't know what to do
Cause you do something to me
That I can't describe baby
Always catch myself thinkin' 'bout
The things you do
There ain't no one else
I got my heart set on you
You really got me, baby it's true
[Chorus]
You know you got me (So in love)
You know you got me (Daydreamin' about us)
You know you got me (Starry eyed and elated)
You know you got me (Whenever you want me baby)
You know you got me (Hypnotized)
You know you got me (With you on my mind)
You know you got me (Feeling intoxicated)
You know you got me (Whenever you want me baby)
[Mariah Carey]
Boy I'm entangled up in you
These feelings I just can't elude
Cause you're so captivating
That I inadvertantly
Always catch myself thinkin' 'bout
The things you do
There ain't no one else
I got my heart set on you
You really got me, baby it's true
[Chorus]
You know you got me (So in love)
You know you got me (Daydreamin' about us)
You know you got me (Starry eyed and elated)
You know you got me (Whenever you want me baby)
You know you got me (Hypnotized)
You know you got me (With you on my mind)
You know you got me (Feeling intoxicated)
You know you got me (Whenever you want me baby)
[Jay-Z]
Mami got me buyin' property
Speedin' too fast, high velocity
Coppin' bracelets, baby rock piece
Vacation in Centro and Capri
And usually I be on my shit
Harlem Shakin' these groupies off me quick
But this time it's diff
Think the love gon' stick
Like Velcro, let go, hell no
Ma, you know you got me
[Mariah Carey]
Said I'm insecure when I'm around you
Don't know what to say or to do
Catching feelings boy, in spite of myself
I can't think of nobody else sugar
You're the star of all my dreams
I just wanna be your everything
Boy you know you really got me
Baby yeah
[Chorus x2]
You know you got me (So in love)
You know you got me (Daydreamin' about us)
You know you got me (Starry eyed and elated)
You know you got me (Whenever you want me baby)
You know you got me (Hypnotized)
You know you got me (With you on my mind)
You know you got me (Feeling intoxicated)
You know you got me (Whenever you want me baby)
[Mariah Carey]
Said I'm insecure when I'm around you
Don't know what to say or do
Catching feelings boy, in spite of myself
I can't think of nobody else sugar
You're the star of all my dreams
I just wanna be your everything
Boy you know you really got me
Baby
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15. _ Line Em Up
[Intro - Freeway]
Thank you ladies and gentlemen!
Hold your applause
J'yeah, holla!
Its bout to go down, shut em down!
Just Blaze, Freeway! Young Chris! Young Guru!
The Roc is definately in the building!
J'yeah! uh, holla! uh oh! uh oh! uh oh! uh!
[Verse 1 - Freeway]
J'yeah, listen, if the rhymes stop dumpin
and beats stop knockin then Free still fuckin with Beans
R-U to the G-S, manuver the ve
throughout the U.S. with two teks of keys
one start up your whip
and the other start up your block
retarded just like a Carter
El Nino come take a sniff
or take a few of you like the glass zit
Stick shit in your artery ooouuu
Hustlin's a part of me
Niggas retardin me
Come at the team wrong
its like a see-saw
They down and we up
The pound heat clowns up
I'm moving and re-up teks, blocks and keep gon'
?? and cocks like a school bus (why?)
It make stops and it picks kids up
and it wake up the block really early in the mornin
Word, niggas want drama? Then line em up!
[Chorus (repeated four times) - Freeway]
Uh uh uh Line em up!
Uh uh uh Line em up!
Uh uh Line em up!
I, I shut em down!
[Verse 2 - Freeway]
Listen, if the coke stop jumpin
and the block stop poppin
Then Free still fuckin with Schi!
M to the is-ash, come down with the gat
take your sti-ash and kidnap your keeps
One, puff in my face and the other go in your face
Reatrded? This is a stick up
if you slow then pick up the pace
I came to take everything out your safe
and even snatch all your jewelry (oouuu)
Robbins a part of me, you just oughta be
singin the same song when money low
Ain't no parameters, snatch chains even honeys know
amateurs get state green's and hit with 24 months
From playin the game long, the eight long
Make pockets short snatch hair and bones weight
They been taking from us for too long it ain't wrong
Line em up and I jam em all yo!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Young Chris of The Young Gunz]
They want a war with the Roc? OKAY!
Cases catch 'em and beat 'em like O.J.
I been stretchin my d's since the O'Jays
Before I met Beans and Free, before Jay
Homie, Pops never was there
so I hustled 24 7 like the cops never was there
Yeah, fuck a box cause the metal was there
Fuck the cops cause the Fed's was paid
I been settled for years, I'm ahead of my years
Tuck the glock come pedal with K's
We can settle it here
We run with this beef, we runnin his peeps
Like five in the mornin while they under them sheets (wake up)
Like five gats drawn, soldiers come out they sleep
Tell me what they gon' tell me when the gun out they reach
Homie, we ain't gotta cheat
Y'all ain't stopping Sig
Young Gunner startin p. guard from State Property
[Chorus]
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16. _ Turn Out the Lights (Freewest)
[Intro]
[Free] Yes!
[Kayne] Yeah Kayne!
[Free] Philadelphia Freeway, uh
Y'all know what it is, uh, yeah, uh
[Verse 1: Freeway]
Before I turn out ya lights lets get one thing understood
I'ma keep my hammer real close, rubber grip tight
Tell y'all niggas good night, good night, uh
Before I turn out ya lights lets get one thing understood
Free gon' keep his hammer real close, rubber grip tight
Tell y'all niggas good night, good night, uh
The shit you heard'll do me justice, got a death wish
The shit I pack'll put holes through ya Lexus
Got the tec clip, respect it
The turn pike bully, earn stripes, move lla
Through ya turn pike early, all night, all day
Wait, switch hustles nigga, now I muscle mixtapes all night, all day
Yes! The front line of the Roc
Will through a football pass through ya chest
Brett Farve wit the glock
Uh! I'm Max Payne wit the stock out
Money and fame run out, get it with cocaine
Rep the Roc till I clock out, I make you clock out
Put sumtin in ya brains
[Chorus: Kayne West & Freeway]
I do my dirt all by my lonely and I got the heart to fight
So please refrain from hatin (on me!) before I turn out ya lights
Aint no hesitation, I got the guns to fight
So please refrain from hatin (on me!) before I turn out ya lights
[Verse 2: Freeway]
Don't test my patience because I got the guns to fight
Stay wit em coast to coast
IHOP I distrubute the toast to folks
I stop, never, Free a rap Icon
Black Bon Jovi, ?in the rock/Roc love of rock/Roc?
Jake of watches, ice cickle the time
Still got time to leave ya stash gone when you wake up
Free hate smuts, stay wit a dime, at all times
Stay on the grind at all times wit so many nines
Shit baggin and shake up
Nigguh! Ain't no captin to shake up
Doe like a brink truck, nine on my waist, I!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Freeway]
Freeeee! Put the burners to ya crew
Give me a reason, not to squeeze on ya gang
Man the hammers go bang to bang
In wit a bang, bang Blueprint 2
Before you, slide through to deliver ya gang the thangs
Switch lanes to get Paid in Full
Look it's the rich (?) of transporters
Donvan McNabb of mixtapes, look hey
Follow the kid's orders in other words do what the kid say
We got it locked from the Bay back to Philly
Where niggas pack millies like every single day
We don't play, we all about our change and
Money exchangin, if you bout your pay
Then every single day, bring the lla to ya city
Act up, bring the K's to ya city
Then shots exchangin, every single day
[Chorus w/o (on me!) x2]
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