Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On My Own, artist - Freeway. Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
On My Own |
| It’s because I’m all on my own, now |
| You can leave him out hear alone, now |
| Ya’ll need to really watch ya’ll tone |
| Now you see the chrome |
| Im a blast it for ya I’m a blast it for ya It’s Freeway all by myself |
| I’m in da place all on my own |
| In da club wit the chrome |
| While ya’ll nigga’s gotta leave it at home |
| Ya’ll haters better leave it alone |
| Before you meet wit ya DEATH |
| Back up off me Put ya keys in the ig-nition |
| Start the rolling gap, scrap, befoere I calp |
| Bang out like a western |
| Found out where you live at Pay ya spot a visit |
| Listen |
| Free to frosty, back up off me Before you get bury |
| Carry the mover |
| Extra rounds to get the clowns up of me |
| Ya’ll act scary, You act like losers, check, check |
| State Prop in ya neighborhood |
| Roc in ya spot, spot roc when you let us in Free got things locked in ya neighborhood |
| Roc’s on ya block, Free servin they medicine |
| (Hook) Repeat |
| Roof less like a shot from a cannon |
| Free is in affect and will stayin datein |
| Yall, baby momas should have warned you |
| Cause they seen it on the bed |
| when she came over the crib |
| Now they don’t really wanna get the k involed |
| Cause we are gonna put this thang to ya head |
| The whole click pull chicks don’t brag |
| Tell em freeway sad if it ain’t bout head |
| Go head, you think its bout change go change |
| Put on ya shit (uh-huh), hop in a cab (yeah) |
| Meanwhile free stuck in a lab |
| Earning my grip, youngin’s huggin’the strip |
| Freeway move rhymes like dimes move hits like nicks |
| On ya mind like all the time |
| On ya station like heavy rotation |
| Used to be on my grind like on the line |
| (Hook) Repeat |
| Bee Bop at the Roc we don’t stop |
| Boom Boom Tang my gang we move thangs |
| And I put up the Range, the hoopty flow through ya block |
| Ice cover my watch ya eyes stuck on the change |
| What you thought its the Roc |
| Wit my people from St. Lou |
| Jack Frost, Jack Frost |
| Up in the bang-o, the wrist froze |
| Grip O’s |
| Roc-a-Fella pitbull snatch every bitch on ya block |
| Yall prick need to back up off me Keep ya distance, cause my smithin on seveice |
| Whats ya order slugs on the menu |
| Shut the shop down on purpose, work this |
| Four-fifth like I’m runin’for prez |
| I peel lead have you runin’from shots |
| Go tell ya block ya block start wit the kid |
| Kid kidnap ya pops |
| (Hook) Repeat |
| Shit back up off me Keep ya distance, cause my smithin on seveice |
| Whats ya order slugs on the menu |
| Shut the shop down on purpose, work this |
| Back up off me Keep ya distance, cause my smithin on seveice |
| Whats ya order slugs on the menu |
| Shut the shop down on purpose, work this ho |
| (Repeat till fade) |
| Ho, and another one |
| ho and another one ho and another one |