| I’m right back, like a left somethin'
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| Y’all know what it is
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| Big Chuck, holla at ya boy! |
| G4 Status
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| We got them thangs when we land, nigga
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| Early!
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| Jeah, uh
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| Real niggas stand up, uh
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| Whoo!
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| Jeah, uh, uh, yo
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| From Cali to Philly, Philly to Cali
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| I deliver the order, haulin' a milli
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| Y’all niggas silly, I really don’t want no problems
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| It’s North Philly hot, really hot
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| Duck cops, send shots at idiots, really I
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| Got the mack milli I wet your squadron up
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| Oh! |
| He don’t feel me y’all
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| Nate go get the gats, we shootin' up they videos
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| Really y’all, ain’t makin' a dollar
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| When my shit drop, it’s the Roc, holler
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| Shoot you from toe to collar, watch you holler, pop my collar
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| Holler! |
| Bink controllin' the track
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| Free and Nate controllin' the flow, y’all cats need to fall back
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| Holler! |
| at your boy if you wanna get rich
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| I got a town and they want it tonight, you got pounds
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| Well they one of the Knicks, cross Free better be strapped
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| The rest of your life
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| All my life I’m
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| I’m gonna be
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| Lovin' dough, chasin' hoes
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| Smokin' 'dro, yeah yeah yeah
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| All my days I’m
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| I’m gonna be
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| Ridin' strapped, back and forth
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| East to west, watch your back
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| And I’m going going back back
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| To Cali Cali, is we strapped? |
| Yes!
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| Private jet, gat in the vest, Heckler and Koch
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| Hit Nate soon as I land, hop in the van
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| Everything calm and cool, gat by the croch
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| Travel with the tool, it’s just a part the plans
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| And I’m from the Eastside, that’s how we ride
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| I let Mister Sig Sauer sing a song to your man
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| Yeaaah, it’s the worlds most dangerous
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| Clique, the Roc, we get neck in Los Angeles
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| Chicks scandalous, it’s just a part of the plans
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| I smash, photograph it, send 'em home to they man
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| At last, I’m more than a rap star, she bit off
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| More than she can chew, she’s one of the fans
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| She said she know how we do, I swallow your crew
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| Break a playa off then give the drawls to his man, yeaaah
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| All my life I’m
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| I’m gonna be
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| Lovin' dough, chasin' hoes
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| Smokin' 'dro, yeah yeah yeah
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| All my days I’m
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| I’m gonna be
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| Ridin' strapped, back and forth
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| East to west, watch your back
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| Tell Philly Phil Free comin' to town
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| And we can blaze thirty L’s once I get off the plane
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| And go shoot past Roscoe’s for chicken and waffles
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| You act tough, hollows will stop at your mainframe
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| Hit up your main man, stick to the game plan
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| Your main man chick wanna come home with me like Cam
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| Get done with her, pass her to Cam
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| If I wanna squirt her, take her to Fatburger
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| Spit murder, cross the clique, get murdered
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| Out in Cali wearin' any color, State Prop, stick to my brand
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| It ain’t nothin' but crooks in here
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| (Whoop! Whoop!) Freewizzle, big Nate Dizzle
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| (Whoop! Whoop!) Get took straight from the club to the spittle
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| For shizzle, y’all gon' have to call the cops in here
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| And Nate from the westside, that’s how they ride
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| Shots in your backside, never bust in the air, yeaaah
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| All my life I’m
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| I’m gonna be
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| Lovin' dough, chasin' hoes
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| Smokin' 'dro, yeah yeah yeah
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| All my days I’m
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| I’m gonna be
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| Ridin' strapped, back and forth
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| East to west, watch your back
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| Whoo!
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| Uh, holla!
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| State Prop Chain Gang!
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| Y’all niggas know what it is
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| Whoo!
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| Back and forth, east to west
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| Whoo!
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| Freeway is in the house, is in the house, uh!
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| Young Gunnas in the building! |
| Holla!
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| Y’all bitch ass niggas
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| Put your mouth on a pistol
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| Put your mouth on a motherfuckin' pistol! |
| Holla!
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| Matter of fact, spray nigga
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| Jeah!
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| Jeah, it’s the Roc!
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| Uh! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song All My Life , by - Freeway. Song from the album Philadelphia Freeway, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп