[Freeway]
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Okay, I see where y'all goin
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Okay, aight dude, you want me to fuck with that Free shit? Okay..
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Yeah, I got you blazed...holla!
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Uh! Yeah!
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Nigga, the name is strong, it can mean ten things in one
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This dedicated to my niggas that grind from ten to ten
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In other words all day duck the cops cuz they wanna be free
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Man, them gates is strong and when that nigga locked down and he can't get out
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And he lose a couple pounds and his skin get pale
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And he's sittin in his cell til his patience gone, you know
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Freeway be feelin your pain, I got twelve homies doin the same
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And if they had bail, homey, they'd be out
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But they don't so they sittin for a minute
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That's the price of the game when you in it
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Your freedom get strippin away
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These niggas came through my hood with the nines
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My man Black hit they wheel with the K, spun it around
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Same day cops book em guess who send kites to em, nigga?
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Free! That's right, Holdin em down nigga, the clique tight
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Homer and Joe we get it down, open your mail
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Read your letters, see a couple flicks of ya boyzie boyzies
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Nigga, Freeway like Georgie Porgie, puddin pie kiss the girl
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Fuck kiss, get orgies
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One clip'll rock ya world, nigga calm ya bore beef
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Shootin out with Free you gon' need a four leaf
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But Freeway ain't all about the drama
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I seen bullets come up out the lamas and go into melons
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And leave niggas killas leakin like Aunt Jemima
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Fuck what ya man think that nigga gone but he ain't Free
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Gimme the kees, y'all niggas is bitchin
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Package it up, I'm out with the breeze
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In and out of lanes until I get where I'm goin
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That's how I got my name, mane, series and my man ain't free
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You can get shot in your face
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Not payin attention, lunchin, gripped by the deez
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Gotta be on point movin ya work by them benches
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That's how I got my change, fam
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Ain't a damn thang free in this world but your boy got a mean plan
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To get my team out the ghetto with my boys in stilettos til we rich man
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I'mma play Joe Clark when it's hardly norm
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Free! Whether the coupe on F or coupe on E
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I can get ya chick on E
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See through her dress, get the address
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Give her the F, pass her to E
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They say the best things in life are free, but I can't tell
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I gotta pay for all the food that I take in
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And gotta pay for all the chronic that I inhale
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That's why I stick with my team, nigga, stick with my men
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Y'all dudes freelance, play for any team
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Don't stand for nothin then you fall for anything
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Turn on your voice soon as you get any cheers
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But it's cool, beat downs with bats and spiked chains are free
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Gettin played and haters screamin my name ain't me
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Gettin paid and changin the game is me
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That's why I keep a gatt in the tuck
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That rip through ya bean, y'all niggas mad cuz y'all ain't Free
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Look, I focus and aim, listen to bull
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One verse can fuck up the game
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Kick in a door, icier chain
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Clean up ya kids, hook up ya bulls but gotta work hard cuz it ain't free
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Used to get work hard couldn't cook soft
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My homey remain anonymous, looked up to D
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And you guessed it we worked up the soft, tripled the reef
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But the game's sold not told, it ain't free
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Free
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| Freeway |
