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you to come out your face, so I could come off the waist Hey, it's Peedi, Peedi, when you see me, take it easy. My uncle be named Reesy, his luger be named Squeezy. Make you get low without M-Eazy
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, okay Freeway got the hood on smash. Pop in tape, step on gas and get ghost nigga. Freeway got the club on lock, step on stage. Set it down leave with a broad, check for her age Post up, fans suffer
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freeway. Okay, I see where y'all goin. Okay, aight dude, you want me to * with that free *? okay. Yeah, I got you blazed. holla!. Uh! yeah!. Nigga, the name is strong, it can mean ten
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They got me staring at the world through my rear view. Blow that, baby, scream to Gotti. Can't help you with your problems. Thug niggas wild when I come through They can relate to my views. And co
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Beanie Sigel Ho, ho. Freeway Bounce. Beanie Sigel Holla. Freeway Bounce, bounce, bounce Beanie Sigel. It's B. Sig in the place with Young Free. And I got what it takes to rock the mic right
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up in your hook. You know that we are gonna be okay. We'll stick together as we're trippin' down the freeway (Trippin' down the freeway) You withheld the physical love I need. I said "hey, that I'm
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. with the freeeeeee it's all I need the roc is all I needi'm with the Free You. know I'm rollin down the freeeeeee Verse. . 1 Freeway Who. you with ma freeway flow too legit to quit Not. too legit to
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. So jump in, it ain't no sin. Take a ride in my machine City traffic's movin' way too slow. Drop the pedal and go, go, go We goin' ridin' on the freeway of love. Wind's against our back. We goin
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. So jump in, it ain't no sin. Take a ride in my machine City traffic's movin' way too slow. Drop the pedal and go, go, go We goin' ridin' on the freeway of love. Wind's against our back. We goin
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I'm all on my own, now. You can leave him out here alone, now. Ya'll need to really watch ya'll tone. Now you see the chrome. I'm a blast it for ya I'm a blast it for ya It's Freeway all by myself
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Intro. Female Singing You don't know. Freeway - talking Whoo. on the grind, uh, so gangsta, don't ya agree? uh. Female Singing You don't know. Freeway - talking This just in case y'all dunno how
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, chopped dimes up, rap about it. Wyle out, * niggaz up, laugh about it. I'm not tryin' to visit the morgue. But Freeway move out 'til I sit with the Lord 'Til I get my * together, clean up my sins
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hizzoes, do it the G way. With my ***, Freeway After the show, take them chickens to my room. Makin' the moves, smellin' the fumes, sparkin' the. She gotta roll after I'm done hittin' her off. Man, I
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Thank you ladies and gentlemen. Hold your applause, yeah, holla. It's bout to go down, shut 'em down. Just Blaze, Freeway, Young Chris, Young Guru. The Roc is definitely building, yeah uh, holla
