| You ice grilling, your blood spilling
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| Tell me little homey, what’s the reason?
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| (That can lead to Freeway squeezing) What you faking for?
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| 24's peeling, ain’t no sailing
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| Move little homey, see the O.G. |
| leaning
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| What you hating for?
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| (What you want?)
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| (What you get?)
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| (Who you hit?)
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| (cash money, the jewels, and the car)
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| (everything from the chickens to the stars)
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| (you rocking with the president of future)
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| (The whole world feeling, that’s killing 'em with them bars, here we go)
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| Intoxicating, got grown women vibrating
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| So nervous that her cervix is dilating
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| On purpose, so her man know I’m violating
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| L shirtless now scrams on the wire hating
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| Yeah, I’m captivating, boy, leaving 'em baking
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| When the microphone is vacant, vagina waking
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| Big shoes to fill don’t get it confused
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| I will get gutter on 'em, my beats is crispy
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| My bars is like butter on 'em, with a udder on 'em
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| So if you a pimp, we even and bust a scudder on 'em
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| Mighty L, the biggest, I make rap religious
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| Hit every country of the world, made 'em all dig us
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| I got a vendetta, I must blend cheddar
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| I use a pen with the steel, never been better
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| There never will be one to out skill me
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| It’s nothing you can tell me, it’s like God built me
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| (LL Cool J)
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| (Kick in the door) Yeah I rhyme for the legend
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| Stay strapped I’m on point with the weapons
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| (They fell asleep in the getaway car, they half stepping)
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| (7) 6 (5) 4 (3) 2 (1, this my 12th album, but your man’s not diz-one)
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| This my second album, but your boy’s not slipping
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| (Queens in the building) Philly is where I’m friz-om
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| (Let me get siz-ome, make sure she kiz-um)
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| (Bush is the prez but I voted for Shirley Chisholm)
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| Me and L, same track, it gotta be craz'
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| It’s like, he’s Shaq and I’m Dwayne Wade
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| Now let’s go!
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| Philly Freeway is hard as hell
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| Battle anybody, pull a trigger, catch a body
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| Yup, lose your breath, don’t mess with the shottie
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| Put the burner to your mami, then I rock her bells
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| It’s young Freeway on the go
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| I’m on the speedboat, jeez, don’t sit in the cell
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| Only for a second, then they get they bell
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| When I put the freeze on, you gon' need your coats
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| It’s a cold one, you gonna need your toast
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| But me and L O.G.'s overseas for winning
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| Your body moms, Swiss cheeses with us, and they no
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| Teasing with us, she break us off, she trynna please us both
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| Chicks argue then I leave 'em broke
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| I’m just a 'boy in the hood' like Jody Breeze
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| The bundle book still owe cheese
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| And the haters on the block wanna see me broke
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| Yeah I know they wanna see me smoke
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| But I’m the person who the smoke and can’t open your V
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| Then I go, crack open the O. E
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| The don heron flow keeping it potent, let’s go |