(feat. Young Chris)
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[Intro - Freeway - talking - w/ ad libs]
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Woo! Free! Yeah, we in here
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Uh huh, let's get 'em
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[Chorus - Freeway - w/ ad libs]
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Who am I?
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Microphone killa, microphone killa, microphone killa
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Swifter than a breeze, I will Swiss cheese emcees
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[Verse 1 - Freeway]
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Even though I got a short temper, had a long day
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I will kill a tall nigga with a long K
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Matter of fact I'm exactly what the song say
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Mic killa, best flow-er, "that's what they all say"
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Let me prove it to you, deliver the music to you
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Raw and uncut bake, I'm not puttin any on it
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Back, I put the city on it
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East coast, head on my shoulders, put my fifty on it
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All day, take it off just to rest
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I'm not a sleeper, if a nigga try to creep me put the heater to his chest
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Yes, bullets penetrate fresh
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Tag him with the chrome, get blown like reefer
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He tried to take flight, hit him right with the beam
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Since I was a pre-teen been a microphone fiend
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Had dreams to rock, then I signed with The Roc
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It's still Roc for life, Rhymesayers is the team, yeah
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[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
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[Verse 2 - Freeway]
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Find 'em all, line 'em up, pick 'em up
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You say they got the sickest mouth, no doubt, grind 'em up, kick 'em out
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That's one thing that they hate about me
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I body emcees, send 'em back to they paper route
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They say they can do without, stay without
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Never in doubt, if I'm without, I gotta bring the lasers out
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That's one thing that I hate about y'all
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Whenever I floss, I always bring the haters out
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Used to sling hard, bring the neighbors out
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Now I throw yard parties, bring the neighbors out
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Turntables out, one mic, one DJ, a couple guns
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That's how we get it done, Jake One, Freeway
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Do this with no delay, no doubt
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They bang my records in the house and on the E-way
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How you think I got the name Freeway? I move out
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Listen, 20-20 vision couldn't see me, yeah
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[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
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[Verse 3 - Young Chris]
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Microphone (Killa), no Cam'ron
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Bomb like landmine, I don't ask shit, I demand mine
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I take a little bit and expand mine
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Grandson killin 'em grandma
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Chest out, head high, until I'm a dead guy
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I'm a shed light on all the lives I'm lead by
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Examples of successful legends and historical presence
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As I started reppin on Roc-A-Fella Records
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A blessing in disguise, y'all fools ain't messin with these guys
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Don't insult me, you messin with my pride
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It'll cost you, dirty money niggaz'll off you
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Pullin heat, throwin bullets deep, Randy Moss you
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It ain't hard to, six feet deep is where they toss you
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Detectives tell mommy that they lost you
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Tell 'em Free, no women and kids
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But we killin niggaz just like we kill these motherfuckin bars too
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[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
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Microphone Killa
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Freeway |