(feat. Busta Rhymes, Jadakiss)
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[Intro - Freeway - talking]
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Holla at ya fuckin boy
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I know it's been a minute my niggaz
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But this the official return of Freeway
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Early!
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And if you ain't walkin with me
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Then you must be against me
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And it's goin down, we ain't takin no prisoners
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That's right, that's right, okay!
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[Verse 1 - Busta Rhymes]
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HOLD ON!
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Now tell me who the fuck you thought it would be
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I'm in the booth with a quarter water, recordin with Free
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It's nice to be important, but it's more important to be
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Nice with the spit, pay attention you ain't more important than me!
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You need to get it right bitch, YOU AIN'T KNOWIN, see it's the God yo
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See most of you niggaz is corny with your corn on the cob flow
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Wells Fargo bread, ship it like cargo
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I'm shit and got 'em sick while I'm whippin a Monte Carlo
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I let the sparks go, what you tryin to step on my Clarks for? (Clarks for)
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It's cold in this bitch, you better put on a scarf ho
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Stayin close to the money, duckin the Narcs
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so I can keep a whip in McLaren's, while I pull up and park slow
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When I get the itch, I go fuck a bitch down and park slow
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The God's dope and you can't defeat me, it's hard, I'm one of the last of Allah's hopes
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Chain big with an ugly pendant a nigga drippin heavy in a long rope
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They'll name you after my aimin at you through a long scope
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They need you like the reaper done came to greet you in a long coat
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You'll all choke
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While I'm spittin (givin you bars), swallow and digest it
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like I was livin up in your mom's throat (mom's throat)
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Then I float
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Back and forth through the hood, lockin the city, so pity you and your squad bro
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If you ain't heard when I last said it - the God's dope
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These niggaz think they can stand a chance when testing me, AW (NOPE!)
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[Chorus - Freeway]
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(Walk with me)
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(You walk with me)
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(You walk with me)
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You should walk with me
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It's Freeway, and I'm rebellin, you should walk with me
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I got the whole world walkin with me, stompin with me
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Yeah, they Million Man Marchin with me, every city
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Walk (walk), haters y'all need to walk (walk)
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Cause I'll leave you chalked (chalked), if you fuck (fuck) with me
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I got the whole world walkin with me, stompin with me
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Yeah, they Million Man Marchin with me, every city
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[Verse 2 - Freeway]
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Uh, take a walk with the dyin skills that define art
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Move with lethal straight from my mind's thoughts, I define smart
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Nigga try me, I leave 'em dearly departed
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Civilians or artists, arsenals' awesome, I leave your man chalked
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I am Noah, I will kick you from the damn Ark
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Feed you to the fishes like spare parts, don't you dare start
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Boa constrictor flow, constrictin your air lines
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Like you out of space with no oxygen, tell your man HALT!
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I am royalty, play with me, get your man sparked
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Throw him in the oven like ham hots, 'til the man rot
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Or it's off with his head, off with his dreadlocks
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My mom cooked yayo and boil eggs in the same pot
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So I'm still reppin but excellent at the same time
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Tell 'em stay away from open fire, the flame's hot!
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The gate's hot, but they vacate when the gates pop
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Niggaz dropped my man, bust blank shots at the same time
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No discussion, I will bust with the same nine
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Niggaz say they bust when it's game time, but they will not
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They still wish on the wishin well, but my will's hot
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Niggaz prayin I flop, I still wish 'em well
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Roc-A-Fella's the team, your team's not sellin
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Y'all sellin the streets dreams, the dreams in a pot
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Me and Busta's keep it clean, we not tellin a thing
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If a nigga tell on me, I'm lettin off shots
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3 - Jadakiss]
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AH! yeah, uh huh, AH!
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Nice work, gun work, you should see son work
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Dead serious or fun work, either one hurt
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Yellow gold, white gold, platinum, yappin 'em
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If he even think about movin, put a cap in 'em
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Real shit, fake shit, hate shit, snake shit
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Knowin something don't belong to you and you take shit
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Head shots, you and you, graveyard funeral
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And I ain't comin home 'til June 2022
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Real humble, mad smart, got heart, had heart
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Another nigga raisin my seeds now, the sad part
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Good g |