[Verse 1] Now I go from overseas, back to the block Freeway, mother fucker, from the the, the Roc Any day you wanna see my get shot of your strip Everybody wanna be me, get paid off the block flip Scripts move and paid off the rappin I'm makin some things happen You make an attempt to see me then its Clip boom, I'm makin some things matchin, I'm froze Stuffy nose, we bounce wit machinery, ahh Choo, Free sneeze on you faggots Here the clip drop, reload the semi-automatic Get popped, then we seize keys like traffic Box whip, locksmith, move keys through traffic I'm like Boston, George and Blow Philadelphia Freeway keep yay from blocks of soap And y'all local, we international Grip rounds everytime I hit towns
[Chorus - Freeway] And I hope y'all hear me in London and France I tote wax down there when I ain't luggin the cannon and in Mecca I'm bowin, in Hawaii I'm landin on an island, smokin and thinkin I hug blocks in the United States I cop cribs in Africa, y'all can't relate I kick box in Bancok, shark in Japan Play my part, switch vans everytime I hitman
[Verse 2] And I, pull dimes everytime I hit man Since I'ma little ludicrous international post dude And I, post up where you can't get man Make hits with Jigga man, gotta respect dude Much respect due, disrespect? you tek food Feed you to the bullets in front of your STEPS Pull it in front of your PETS Brains in their bowl, you pet food Meanwhile I'm tryin to make MJ moves Which one? either I fool Jordan or Jackson, but until I get the fortune I'm snappin Snatchin, I'll show you how the meat eyes do Give up weight, when you show em what them heat-ers do Nigga wait, don't be that rude You can take weight from anybody if he think that he that dude Roc-A-Fella nigga, we that crew Shake niggas, And1 mixtape niggas, we got moves
[Verse 3] And the flows SICK damn, man It's A Man's World nigga, sit down you girl niggas That's why I bring pounds around you girl niggas 'Case I gotta cock it back and clap on mother fucka, what Don't need a pound to sound you girl niggas But the pound's loud sound'll drown you motha fucka's ears Yeah, it's Freeway young scarpper Say my name wrong, I'll lodge a bullet in your nappy hair Yeah, it's the flow of the decade Studio, backwoods, 'dro and the Pepsi Do it the best way I was thirteen, cockin the tek back, look how the tek spray Now I dribble down, V-A mother fucka For schizlle you'll see Free my nizzle Oh, yeah, don't forget the Way mother fucka Any stupid mother fucka in my way gettin crippled
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