(feat. Freeway)
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[Chorus: both (Freeway) {LL Cool J}]
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You ice grilling, your blood spilling
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Tell me little homey, what's the reason?
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(That can lead to Freeway squeezing) What you faking for?
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24's peeling, ain't no sailing
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Move little homey, see the O.G. leaning
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{LL, I keep birdies fiending} What you hating for?
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(What you want?) {big faces, the coupes and the Lincs}
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(What you get?) {top models that gargle in the mink}
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(Who you hit?) {whoever want it, I take it to the brink}
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{It's funny, but I need the Philly money, we had a link}
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{What you want?} (cash money, the jewels, and the car)
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{Who you hit?} (everything from the chickens to the stars)
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{Who you with?} (you rocking with the president of future)
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(The whole world feeling, that's killing 'em with them bars, here we go)
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[LL Cool J]
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Intoxicating, got grown women vibrating
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So nervous that our service is dilating
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On purpose, so her man know I'm violating
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L shirtless now scrams on the wire hating
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Yeah, I'm captivating, boy, leaving 'em baking
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When the microphone is vacant, I'm tired of waiting
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Big shoes to fill don't get it confused
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I will get gutter on 'em, my beats is crispy
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My bars is like butter on 'em, with a udder on 'em
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So if you pimp, we even and bust a scudder on 'em
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Mighty L, the biggest, I mean rap religious
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Hit every country of the world, made 'em all dig us
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I got a vendetta, I must blend cheddar
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I use a pen with the steel, never been better
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There never will be one to out skill me
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It's nothing you can tell me, it's like God built me
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[Chorus]
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[Freeway (LL Cool J)]
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(1) 2 (3) 4 (5) 6 (7)
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(Kick in the door) Yeah I rhyme for the legend
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Stay strapped I'mma bring with the weapons
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(They fell asleep in the getaway car, they half stepping)
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(7) 6 (5) 4 (3) 2 (1, this my 12th album, but your man's not diz-one)
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This my second album, but your boy's not slipping
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(Queens in the building) Philly is where I'm friz-om
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(Let me get siz-ome, make sure she kiz-um)
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(Bush is the prez, but I voted for Shirley Tiz-um)
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Me and L, same track, it gotta be craz'
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It's like, he's Shaq and I'm Dwayne Wade {both: now let's go!}
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[Chorus]
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[Freeway]
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Philly Freeway is hard as hell
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Battle anybody, pull a trigger, catch a body
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Yup, lose your breath, don't mess with the shottie
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Put the burner to your mami, then I rock her bells
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It's young Freeway on the go
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I'm on the speedboat, jeez, don't sit in the cell
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Only for a second, then they get they bell
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When I put the freeze on, you gon' need your coats
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It's a cold one, you gonna need your toast
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But me and L O.G.'s overseas for winning
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Your body moms, Swiss cheeses with us, and they no
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Teasing with us, she break us off, she trynna please us both
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Chicks argue then I leave 'em broke
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I'm just a 'boy in the hood' like Jody Breeze
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The bundle book still owe cheese
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And the haters on the block wanna see me broke
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Yeah I know they wanna see me smoke
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But I'm the person who the smoke and can't open your V
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Then I go, crack open the O.E.
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The don heron flow keeping it potent, let's go
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[Chorus]
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What You Want
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L.L. Cool J |