| Things just ain’t the same for gangsters
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| But I don’t give a fuck, I’m back without a Just track
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| Tried to reach out and work, but he ain’t chirp back
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| It’s all good -- I’m here, nigga, the beard bigger
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| Flow stronger, the clip longer, will air niggas
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| Lay 'em down flat, I stay around straps
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| We don’t lounge or frown, we bounce back
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| From the wicked streets of Philly, all we do is gain stacks
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| Face facts — I been done it since «1−900»
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| I been sickening since Hot 9−7
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| I been stunting since black man man had the black Lexus 400
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| Then I done it 450 -- had the Lexus to Land
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| Motherfucker, I’m my own man
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| I’m a grown man; |
| try me, get your hair flown
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| Free break, get your security breached
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| Word on the streets I’m heated, better sleep with your chrome, bitches
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| First Jay and Dame break up, now every day I wake up
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| Somebody got a problem with Free, something to say
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| Now, I’m the only rapper that’ll bust around and clap ya
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| If I say it Philly right down your way, body ya peeps
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| They mad cause I’m fucking with Fif', sucking they teeth
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| It’s funny when they see me, how they switch what they say
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| Look, if Jay ain’t approve it, it wouldn’t have happened
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| So you need to fall back and concentrate on your music, bastard
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| Motherfuckers better go mop up
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| 'fore I plug you bitches shows, get your shows shot up
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| You are not killing nothing, you are no shotta
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| And you never be strapped when you roll, I rap what I know
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| I’m about to get the platinum right after the gold
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| Y’all niggas stay stagnant, not attacking your goals, faggot
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| And Philly Freezer’s goals are reached
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| And I’m achieving, y’all leaking, y’all goals on hold, holla
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| Things just ain’t the same for gangsters
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| I’m back without a track from Kanye, it’s all good
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| The dash on the 760 is all wood
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| I got the heat in the stash, I use the nine lethal
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| We different people, and when egos collide
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| The pride coincide and it bring on the evil, look
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| Fact is, he too busy, I’m too gutter
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| I was fucking with him when niggas was like, «Who is he?»
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| But like the Scriptures say, quickly they forget
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| Quickly let me reminisce
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| If a nigga ever try me, we’ll see who could spit
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| Any rapper, anybody, I’ll body the list
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| Y’all smoking bullshit, I’m smoking firey piff
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| Since the age of thirteen, I acquired the gift to spit
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| And I’m coming, when that Philly Freezer running with it
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| Non-stop gunning when they making them hits, holla |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It's Over , by - Freeway. Song from the album Free At Last, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп