[Verse 1]
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Now I go from overseas, back to the block
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Freeway, mother fucker, from the the, the Roc
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Any day you wanna see my get shot of your strip
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Everybody wanna be me, get paid off the block flip
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Scripts move and paid off the rappin
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I'm makin some things happen
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You make an attempt to see me then its
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Clip boom, I'm makin some things matchin, I'm froze
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Stuffy nose, we bounce wit machinery, ahh
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Choo, Free sneeze on you faggots
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Here the clip drop, reload the semi-automatic
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Get popped, then we seize keys like traffic
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Box whip, locksmith, move keys through traffic
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I'm like Boston, George and Blow
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Philadelphia Freeway keep yay from blocks of soap
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And y'all local, we international
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Grip rounds everytime I hit towns
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[Chorus - Freeway]
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And I hope y'all hear me in London and France
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I tote wax down there when I ain't luggin the cannon
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and in Mecca I'm bowin, in Hawaii I'm landin
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on an island, smokin and thinkin
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I hug blocks in the United States
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I cop cribs in Africa, y'all can't relate
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I kick box in Bancok, shark in Japan
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Play my part, switch vans everytime I hitman
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[Verse 2]
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And I, pull dimes everytime I hit man
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Since I'ma little ludicrous international post dude
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And I, post up where you can't get man
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Make hits with Jigga man, gotta respect dude
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Much respect due, disrespect? you tek food
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Feed you to the bullets in front of your STEPS
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Pull it in front of your PETS
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Brains in their bowl, you pet food
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Meanwhile I'm tryin to make MJ moves
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Which one? either I fool
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Jordan or Jackson, but until I get the fortune I'm snappin
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Snatchin, I'll show you how the meat eyes do
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Give up weight, when you show em what them heat-ers do
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Nigga wait, don't be that rude
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You can take weight from anybody if he think that he that dude
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Roc-A-Fella nigga, we that crew
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Shake niggas, And1 mixtape niggas, we got moves
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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And the flows SICK damn, man
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It's A Man's World nigga, sit down you girl niggas
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That's why I bring pounds around you girl niggas
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'Case I gotta cock it back and clap on mother fucka, what
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Don't need a pound to sound you girl niggas
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But the pound's loud sound'll drown you motha fucka's ears
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Yeah, it's Freeway young scarpper
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Say my name wrong, I'll lodge a bullet in your nappy hair
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Yeah, it's the flow of the decade
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Studio, backwoods, 'dro and the Pepsi
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Do it the best way
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I was thirteen, cockin the tek back, look how the tek spray
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Now I dribble down, V-A mother fucka
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For schizlle you'll see Free my nizzle
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Oh, yeah, don't forget the Way mother fucka
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Any stupid mother fucka in my way gettin crippled
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[Chorus x2]
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International Hustler
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Freeway |