| I’m a be Big like Pac with a Notorious theme
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| +All Eyez On Me+, 'til it was «all a dream»
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| Who you are don’t phase me, my shit still amaze me
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| My bars lit bars, man they cope me crazy
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| Cats can’t phase me and most don’t try kid (nope)
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| All you gon' see is the back of your eyelids (woo!)
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| Kill that he say, she say, still VA
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| But right now I’m with that +Philadelph' Freeway+
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| Get 'em Free
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| What we do and why we do it
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| It’s young Philly and my rhymes the sickest, flow is the truest
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| Shine high-definition, better get with the movement
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| Got them haters outside, online with the pickets
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| Yeah, I’m on grind, online with the business
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| Ww.freeway, at last, I’m a cow for the cash
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| New +Disco Inferno+, on point with the burners
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| And blast!
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| Don’t act like you don’t know
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| You facin, the ball chasin, «Friday the 13th», tryin to face the fire (come on)
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| And these youngin’s want to act like Michael on «The Wire» (uh)
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| 'Til they realize Michael just an actor on «The Wire» (uh)
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| God damn Free, we done dropped another one (woo!)
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| I spit train wrecks, who tryin to stand in front of one? |
| (come on)
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| Get chopped, get screwed, man these dudes better move
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| I wouldn’t play cause
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| (You only knew)
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| We in the building! |
| (early) (don't act like you don’t know)
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| These niggas actin like (HEEEEEEEY!) (Haha)
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| Free get cash, whip ass
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| Ike Turner (yep!), whip whips through the city, nothin less than the S class
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| Yeah, I’m up in the best class, you can’t last
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| Rumble In The Jungle, I’m Ali in Zaire
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| Mike Jackson, the +Man in the Mirror+
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| Y’all queers cause your man in the mirror won’t blast! |
| (uh uh)
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| Y’all busted, you all out of gas
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| While me and Skillz does it with a hustler’s spirit
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| Come on
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| (Freeway)
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| Near it, build the track up and I tear it (uh)
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| God dammit, I’m like Sean Garrett with the lyrics
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| If you want it, you got to make it clear to me (come on)
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| Killer mean muggin, cause he ain’t scarin me (nope)
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| We here, you see the dude starin Free?
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| He look thug? |
| (Naw, he look like Ciara to me)
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| I promise, (he slow), yep, we get him and then we go
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| What he playin games for?
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| (Freeway) — w/ ad libs
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| Don’t act like you don’t …
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| Free they gon' catch you? |
| (No)
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| You let 'em stress you? |
| (No)
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| If the cops come, you gon' let them arrest you? |
| (No)
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| Why not?
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| (Cause I’m too damn sick when I spit)
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| (We can do this all night long)
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| (You gon' let 'em diss you?) No
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| (Can they out spit you?) No
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| (If they ever comin for you, will they get you?) No
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| (Why not?)
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| Cause I’m just that hot
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| So sick, we can do this all night long
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| He still heat droppin, he chief rocker
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| Number one, I’ve been doin this since niggas in the streets was beatboxin
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| Know he bobbin, he boxin
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| If he lose ain’t shit but a bruise, next day keep boxin
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| I will CL Smooth, he Rock and, he knockin
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| When they reminisce over you, for my dear partners
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| Turn my music up loud, turn my TV low
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| Then I blow, then load my Tecmo Bowl cartridge
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| This ain’t pop playboy, what you doin in here? |
| (uh huh)
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| I came in when Run held that shoe up in the air (yep)
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| That’s when groups wore suits, hit the stage prepared (yeah)
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| 'Fore Snoop sat his ass in that electric chair
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| Yeah (uh), uh, I got the Roc in here
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| Make it stop (uh), make it rain (uh), make it drop in here
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| I can not be seen when it comes to the flow
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| Real talk yo (yo)
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| — w/ ad libs
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| We in the building (early)
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| These niggas actin like (HEEEEEEEY!)
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| ('ow, 'ow, 'ow, 'ow, 'ow, 'ow)
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| (Don't act like you don’t know)
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| ('ow, 'ow, 'ow …) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don't Act Like You Don't Know , by - Skillz. Song from the album The Million Dollar Backpack, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп