| Hey yo guru, this Just Blaze, Bleek & Free right?
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| So I could get a hook, or verse or sumthin?
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| Get that outta here!
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| Stick to makin beats… I stick to yo' moms, nigga!
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| (Memphis Bleek)
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| JUST BLAZE!!!
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| Roll up a L, pour glass in that Arme
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| Young E’s had game since the days of Atari
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| Since the youth, I used to shoot her right back to the path
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| My day, goin hard, mack the back of the Cab
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| Did it all, little robbery, back cart of the G-train
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| Hood became a part of me, got a hell of a street game
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| Niggas don’t want no part of me, Bitches they wana roll up roll out
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| Sit in the Ferrari, Breeze through Marcy YUP!
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| They know I’m gangsta in every way YUP!
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| I keep it gangsta, tech on me everyday BUT!
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| P-Game, how I lean to hit it, don’t act right,
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| I got to leave these bitches you know!
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| I chase bread dog, I’m after the spread dog
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| The least you could do is give a nigga a lil' head dog!
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| Parked by marcy, this two door Ferrari
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| Can’t believe mami deny me POOnani
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| But I guess she don’t listen to rap,
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| so ima slut her like a ghost in the hole,
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| Missing the track HUH!
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| And I’m a P I M P fo' sho rap ROC NYC for short
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| (Freeway)
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| F are two e’s slide through deliver more WHAT!
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| ROC PHI for short, por favor
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| I twist backwards swereve in the jeep,
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| Cheek deep, pick up the chicks, chicks lookin for bleek
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| Bleek sleep, makin me sick won’t answer the phone
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| Motorola Two way, you may answer to Freeway!
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| I think it’s him pagin me now, I hear the back strap
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| Where you at? |
| Got a room full of freaks!
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| And they tryin' to get right,
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| I could smut 'em all night, and get them chickens outta sight
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| Pass them hoes, then mack 'em
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| G to K, Freeway known for movin the Yay,
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| I could get 'em from point A to point G]
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| Here’s the deal, I stuff 'em in the wheel
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| For the right amount of billsm I bring em where you stay
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| Why’all HATE freeway, scared when you see the freeway
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| But you want to kill freeway!
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| Your girl ride the freeway everyday
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| Up and down, Back and forth
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| In & out, know every rout
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| (chorus)(memphis)
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| Where my bitches who stack niggas?
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| Fuck wit a nigga like memphis who gettin that paper
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| But’ll light you up with the jigga man!
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| Where my bitches at? |
| where my bitches at?
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| Where my real Bitches at, see’mon!
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| (Freeway)
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| And all my niggas who took llamas, murda murda
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| Heard of a nigga named freeway, from philly to the 'Linas
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| Where my niggas at? |
| where my niggas at? |
| where my real niggas at see’mon!
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| All day I be smokin, We all my niggas who tokin
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| We hit the block with the potent, give 'em a week and they blow it
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| You know and you know, there’s some ofa’s sittin low and my dogs
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| Know who all of us are, we sit low in the cars
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| Ain’t no bitches want to roll, they say I’m doin my thing!
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| See its blue in the chain! |
| I was changin my jeans but,
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| Lil mami is you rollin, you what?, you fucka you suck
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| For real I’m tryin’a see what’s up WIT you
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| Introduce you to the pimp and the playas
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| Ain’t no playin 'cause I’m a gangsta, I don’t fuck with them hatas,
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| And basic, hatin is the part I Ain’t feelin
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| Ho’s want to fuck, 'cause there’s shit that I’m willin
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| Once they see it, I just fuck up they head,
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| And when I bang out in the hood, I just fuck up my bread
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| Instead of lead, I save it when I see you face to face
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| Right now, I’m fucking wit hoes, they don’t gimme face shit! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Just Blaze, Bleek & Free , by - Memphis Bleek. Song from the album M.A.D.E., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп