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Woo! Free! |
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Yeah, we in here |
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Uh huh, let's get 'em[Chorus - Freeway - w/ ad libs] |
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Who am I?Microphone killa, microphone killa, microphone killa |
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Swifter than a breeze, |
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I will Swiss cheese emcees[Verse 1 - Freeway] |
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Even though |
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I got a short temper, had a long day |
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I will kill a tall nigga with a long |
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KMatter of fact |
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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, |
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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 |
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I signed with |
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The RocIt's still |
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Roc for life, |
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Rhymesayers is the team, yeah[Chorus - w/ ad libs][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 |
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I'm without, |
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I gotta bring the lasers out |
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That's one thing that |
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I hate about y'all |
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Whenever I floss, |
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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 |
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DJ, a couple guns |
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That's how we get it done, |
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Jake One, |
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FreewayDo this with no delay, no doubt |
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They bang my records in the house and on the |
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E-wayHow you think |
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I got the name |
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Freeway? I move out |
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Listen, 20-20 vision couldn't see me, yeah[Chorus - w/ ad libs][Verse 3 - Young Chris] |
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Microphone (Killa), no |
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Cam'ronBomb like landmine, |
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I don't ask shit, |
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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 |
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I'm a dead guy |
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I'm a shed light on all the lives |
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I'm lead by |
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Examples of successful legends and historical presence |
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As I started reppin on |
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Roc-A-Fella |
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RecordsA 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, |
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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[Chorus - w/ ad libs] |