(feat. Beanie Sigel)
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[Freeway]
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I came up with my man, same hood, same age
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Witheld names to protect the guilty and
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Your boy Free was filthy, same clothes, different day
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Be the first to admit it, while niggaz claim to be
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willies, hey
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We cleaned up the first donny I drove
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Cooled up the first tommy I seen, follow the flow
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Smoke a timmy, with this semi, made his chimney move
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Nerves made his body shake, everybody froze
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So young with a pump and a mac
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Still manage to make it the magic, the bad kids
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On the block, with a bundle of crack, package of pills
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All heads will try to teach us to rhyme
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He said Muhammed walk with a sword, I roll with a gat
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This the same shit, different day, from times
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Now my man Book ain't writing me back
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So I figured, I'll try to reach 'em with rhymes, no listen to Mac
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[Chorus: singer]
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We thuggin' for life
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Gonna take it, oww
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And then enough
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Ain't no mistakin'
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But it's for life, it's my life
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Not for the taking
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[Beanie Sigel]
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To all my boys in the hood, the East coast throw boy back
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From the land of them throw boys black
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I keep my toast in the hood, gon' squeeze
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Hope you throw yours back
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Come to the streets to bring my homeboys back
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Blew my mind out this piece, but I'm always back
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I got sheet in my air, like mac, fall away back
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Shiit, I'm trynna come way up
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And make the path so freak, I tear the runaway up
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Uh, my life a bitch with a period on
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But still I keep it real, dog, I'm hittin' it raw
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And I don't know how to carry this bitch
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Sometime I wanna marry this bitch
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Sometimes I feel like quitting this whore
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But I can't cause it feel like, giving it all
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I've been on so fucking much, feel like my living was all
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But in my lifetime, I'm a deliver regrets
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Still with the evils, know that one day I'ma sit with the boss
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[Chorus]
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[Freeway (Beanie Sigel)]
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It's not even close, we throw toast, sleep with ya gats
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It's the worst of both hoods, holla at 'em Mac
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(Follow up exact with the Mac, and the v
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Get back, if you happen to see, the Mac or Free, at where you be)
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I be where you at, I come where you live
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The cat untuckle the gat, manuever the thing
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(The Mac untuckin' a pump, removin' they wig, with ease
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Hear the feds trynna ruin the boss Sieg'
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Before they kill me like Cornbread, you be like Diallo
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Before I'm stuck like luima, I be up when you need it)
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And I'ma ride for you, lace up my sneakers, puffin' my reefer
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Tuckin' my heater, duckin' your rounder, uh
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Tell 'em tricks they gonna die when I see 'em
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Let 'em know my friend colt 45 trynna meet with they mind
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But we keep drama, think, rhyme is the reason
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And Freeway the reason that you tied up in pajamas, uh
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[Chorus]
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Life
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Freeway |