| Woo! |
| Free! |
| Yeah, we in here
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| Uh huh, let’s get 'em
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| Who am I?
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| Microphone killa, microphone killa, microphone killa
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| Swifter than a breeze, I will Swiss cheese emcees
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| Even though I got a short temper, had a long day
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| I will kill a tall nigga with a long K
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| Matter of fact 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, 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 I signed with The Roc
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| It’s still Roc for life, Rhymesayers is the team, yeah
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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 I’m without, I gotta bring the lasers out
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| That’s one thing that I hate about y’all
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| Whenever I floss, 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 DJ, a couple guns
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| That’s how we get it done, Jake One, Freeway
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| Do this with no delay, no doubt
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| They bang my records in the house and on the E-way
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| How you think I got the name Freeway? |
| I move out
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| Listen, 20−20 vision couldn’t see me, yeah
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| Microphone (Killa), no Cam’ron
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| Bomb like landmine, I don’t ask shit, 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 I’m a dead guy
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| I’m a shed light on all the lives I’m lead by
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| Examples of successful legends and historical presence
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| As I started reppin on Roc-A-Fella Records
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| A 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, 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 |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Microphone Killa feat. Young Chris, artist - Freeway. Album song The Stimulus Package, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп