Freeway - Free Lyrics
[freeway]Okay, I see where yall goinOkay, aight dude, you want me to ***** with that free shit? okay..Yeah, I got you blazed...holla!Uh! yeah!Nigga, the name is strong, it can mean ten things in oneThis dedicated to my niggas that grind from ten to tenIn other words all day duck the cops cuz they wanna be freeMan, them gates is strong and when that nigga locked down and he cant get outAnd he lose a couple pounds and his skin get paleAnd hes sittin in his cell til his patience gone, you knowFreeway be feelin your pain, I got twelve homies doin the sameAnd if they had bail, homey, theyd be outBut they dont so they sittin for a minuteThats the price of the game when you in itYour freedom get strippin awayThese niggas came through my hood with the ninesMy man black hit they wheel with the k, spun it aroundSame day cops book em guess who send kites to em, nigga?Free! thats right, holdin em down nigga, the clique tightHomer and joe we get it down, open your mailRead your letters, see a couple flicks of ya boyzie boyziesNigga, freeway like georgie porgie, puddin pie kiss the girl***** kiss, get orgiesOne clipll rock ya world, nigga calm ya bore beefShootin out with free you gon need a four leafBut freeway aint all about the dramaI seen bullets come up out the lamas and go into melonsAnd leave niggas killas leakin like aunt jemima***** what ya man think that nigga gone but he aint freeGimme the kees, yall niggas is *****inPackage it up, Im out with the breezeIn and out of lanes until I get where Im goinThats how I got my name, mane, series and my man aint freeYou can get shot in your faceNot payin attention, lunchin, gripped by the deezGotta be on point movin ya work by them benchesThats how I got my change, famAint a damn thang free in this world but your boy got a mean planTo get my team out the ghetto with my boys in stilettos til we rich manImma play joe clark when its hardly normFree! whether the coupe on f or coupe on eI can get ya chick on eSee through her dress, get the addressGive her the f, pass her to eThey say the best things in life are free, but I cant tellI gotta pay for all the food that I take inAnd gotta pay for all the chronic that I inhaleThats why I stick with my team, nigga, stick with my menYall dudes freelance, play for any teamDont stand for nothin then you fall for anythingTurn on your voice soon as you get any cheersBut its cool, beat downs with bats and spiked chains are freeGettin played and haters screamin my name aint meGettin paid and changin the game is meThats why I keep a gatt in the tuckThat rip through ya bean, yall niggas mad cuz yall aint freeLook, I focus and aim, listen to bullOne verse can ***** up the gameKick in a door, icier chainClean up ya kids, hook up ya bulls but gotta work hard cuz it aint freeUsed to get work hard couldnt cook softMy homey remain anonymous, looked up to dAnd you guessed it we worked up the soft, tripled the reefBut the games sold not told, it aint free
