Freeway Album

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[Intro:]
Okay, Freezer, Yeah.
ROC-A-Fella Nikkah, uh one shot deal, collabo, ohhhh. Okay, okay, it's goin down ladies.
Ladies and Gentlemen, we in the building.
Ya'll know what time it is.
Yeah, Yeah, Talk yo shit
Freezer.
Okay
Yeah

[Verse 1:]
Philly Freezer, me and [? ] people what ya'll drinkin people what ya'll smoking?
All weekend Freezer not thinkin, took a small vacation and I
[Still Got Love]
I got love from coast to coast, I got love all across the board for spittin sick rhymes.
And I still toa-toast the most, if they try me I'll roast ya folks, I'll leave ya click fried.
And dem haters ain't sinkin a boat,
Philly Freezer gon keep on the flow cause this is his time.
I'm all about the benjamins I'm, in the spot with petrone shots livin the life.
My raps get a cooch wet, let me inside.
Get that women two more shots we fina slide.
They bang me in they cribs,
And they bang me in they whips,
And they film me in the club,
So I {Still Got Love}

[Hook:]
Free At Last is the sequel to my first album,
Please it, when the people show me
{Love}
They bang every song that I'm droppin'
Every hit that I bring em so I
{Still Got Love}
If you ROCin throw your drinks in the air.
Throw your hands in the air, show some real ni88as that
{Love}
ROC-A-Fella we back, in the streets, in the club, so we
{Still Got Love}

[Verse 2:]
We in the lab, bang on the beat,
Philly Freezer write verses with invisable ink,
Take a winter from the hood to the beach,
Let 'em get sand in they feet, let they blow 'em, until she sleeps.
YEAH and I still got love like a 5 or 4 sun, when the sun 6 feet deep.
DAMN and they just got the call, outta no where
Or no time degree people.
You don't wanna start no drama, cause if you start some drama then we comin' six feet deep.
Then you like big meat, ya'll waist deep,
Matter fact Jay bring in to eat.
Nikkah, it's the ROC we are back,
Freezer like Luda, he Disturbin' Tha Peace.
They bang me in they cribs,
And they bang me in the Jeeps,
And they film me in the club,
So I {Still Got Love}

[Hook:]
Free At Last is the sequel to my first album,
Please it, when the people show me
{Love}
They bang every song that I'm droppin'
Every hit that I bring em so I
{Still Got Love}
If you ROCin throw your drinks in the air.
Throw your hands in the air, show some real ni88as that
{Love}
ROC-A-Fella we back, in the streets, in the club, so we
{Still Got Love}

[Verse 3:]
Ya'll rusty, ya'll can't touch Free, NOO
I move my Jay, I don't move records like this
Yayo fo sho. It got my sip sight, lil homie
It's the ROC what you livin like?
What it be like? matter fact I'm the one you wanna rap like, re-appear like, spit your adlibs like.
The truth always come to the light, Philly Freezer write back so get them adlibs right.
Freezer stay strapped I wanna clap tonite,
All my clips have to move like MAC tonite.
Me and my burner, like [? ]
Stick together cause we fam, we don't never fight.
They bang me in they cribs,
And they bang me in they whips,
And they film me in the club,
So I {Still Got Love}

[Hook:]
Free At Last is the sequel to my first album,
Please it, when the people show me
{Love}
They bang every song that I'm droppin'
Every hit that I bring em so I
{Still Got Love}
If you ROCin throw your drinks in the air.
Throw your hands in the air, show some real ni88as that
{Love}
ROC-A-Fella we back, in the streets, in the club, so we
{Still Got Love}

(Feat. Jay-Z)

Rocafella millionaires bitch, early, that's right, haha
{Hey Big Sp-, Hey Big, Hey, Hey Big Spender}

[verse 1:]
[Freeway:]
30 mill in the bank, 30 grand on the wrist-and
20 mill in the Swiss-and, 30 birds in a tank
Diamonds all in the face, blind ya face when it glisten
Ace of Spade not that Crissy, man you know what we drink
Got my automa-k, in my new Gucci slippers
I bring my loafers from Louies, what the fuck did you think?
When I step in the place, bitches running up to me...yelling
{Hey big spender!}
[Jay-Z:]
Chea, Chea, Chea, Chea
I turn a nick to a dime, dime to some millions
A brick to the Roc, the Roc into some buildings
When ya nigga feeling I might see about a billion
'Fore I leave the building, now that's what I call a billing
Uh, balling, you still crawling, children, call him
When ya start walking I be wheeling, flooring
Something foreign, no ceiling, chilling...hey, hey, hey...hahaha
{Hey big spender!}

[Chorus:]
[Jay-Z:]
{Hey big spender!} That's what them hoes say
{Hey!} Ho pouring rose-ay
{Hey!} Rose gold, royal oak, automart, okay
(Chea) Hey (Chea) Hey (Chea) Hey (Chea) Hey (Chea) Hey (Chea) Hey
Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Chea
[Freeway:]
That's what them hoes say
Free pouring rose-ay
Rocafella millionaires, we stack that paper everyday, yeeeah
(Hey) Yeah (Hey) Yeah (Hey) Yeah (Hey) Yeah (Hey) Hey
{Hey big spender!}
Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Chea

[Verse 2:]
[Jay-Z:]
I'm a jet fuel abuser, now 7-4 to the 5
Hova's dough is on autopilot, I don't even drive
In the bop with my shoes up, I just took back the Phantom
Too many fuckers could fathom, what it felt like to have em
I just copped me an all-things, a professional ball team
Tell me I ain't the illest hustler ya'll seen
When you don't buy out the bar, you buy the bar, that's what ya call
{Hey big spender!} Ha,ha,ha,haaa
[Freeway:]
I got some dough on the block, got some dough getting wrists
I got a villa in Tahiti and I don't owe no rent
I got that paper for real-a, and these niggas finally thinking
Eat my cake up in the safe and take a slice of the dilla
Three hundred grands of damn willa, why ya'll niggas debating
I'm copping, ya'll niggas hating cuz I'm making that scrilla
They know me F-Baby gorrilla, when I step in the building, they saying
{Hey big spender!}

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
[Freeway:] Although I'm good with addition, the flow so scientific
[Jay-Z:] Gold plate like Cris, so I reverse the system
[Freeway:] Came from poverty striken [Jay-Z:] to the top of the Forbes
[Freeway:] Now the property's listed [Jay-Z:] in high society district
[Jay-Z:] '76 is the floor [Freeway:] '94 with the raw
[Jay-Z:] '96 with the flow [Freeway:] 2008 with the spitting
[Freeway:] Now drop a grip up in the mall, two hundred grand at the district, we living, bitches

[Chorus]

(Sample)
soo....The Last time
we will remember
we all only remember

(Freeway)
Thats right
Constantly tottin the pistol
when i rap, its so offical when i rap
came in the game on mac bac
jumped off
now im scoring like shaq
globetrottin yea im tourin the map
coupe ridin when im back in the hood
benz coupe put the roof in the back
got my strapper on my lap so im good (yea)
cross reason u will definitly lose
lil scrapper cuase u death in the booth
put ses in the woods
i blew 1st cuz im the best in the hood
its sumthing missin
yall busy yall congesting the booth (yea)
God with me so i second to who?
Noboby but the brother muhameed
Islamic Stlye is Hotter
About a Dollar Holler
Roc-A-feller top Shotters
Make the models holler
Get ur thousand dollars
we can shoot it out or bang it out its not a problem
if a nigga hidin i know how to find him
HOLLER

(Chorus)
sooo....The last Time
We will remember
We all only remember
We will remember
soo...

(freeway)
I've been rhyming since the 90's
been loiter since 01
got 300 niggas dats ridin im leonadis
I am cumin for the title
take the best rapper
Hang from his feet an dry em
iron sheet clothes line em
was on a iron bust
Now im on a Iron Bird
Flying dont tryin cuz hes rhyming with a Iron Beak
If u Lookin For Compettion
I am HE
All Yall Can take a L
D.I Me
F-R-E me a' mour
Tell the them Underage chickens they should bring ID
If they aint got it they aint gettin up V.I.P
We liven
All my women be in Christine De'aore
(Yea)
Freezer in Bently But he listen to Porshe
Yall hear the beat bangin
Well its V.I Beek
Im from north Philly
Round the Corner From Pink
took my pictures in the clique
Now my pics in SOURCE
(Yeaaaaaaaa)

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sooo....The last time
We will Remember
We all only remember
we will remember

(freeway)
I kiiled my own Proffesion Droppin Pelicans off
Dont Push em Freezer Muslim
So he Better Than Yall
Plus freezer Pop them checks
More Cheddar than Yall
An his BArs Like SARS
Knock your Relative off
Rule 1
Dont fuck with F.R
Dats Thats
OH YAll thought he was whack
Now COMe COME NOW
While yall so dumb now
POp Me and get POp At
I got the M
i got 16 Ways on how to hit ur mans up
PUll Them VAns up HOP in
Throw on them TIMBERLAND Boots
Put them vans up
this a stand off
yall should man up
I aint from the bay
Philly niggas ghost ride with them CANNONS
we rely to have u Divin with them salmons
Free a SHark Man
Marks man shot
SLam DONE
This is what the poeples is wanting
ME and B come with dat FUNK we bout to do it again
come on
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(Feat. 50 Cent)

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Shawty if you love me like your lost and you can't find your way without me
You gon wake up one day when I'm gone thinking why did you doubt me
But you better believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top
You got to believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top

[Verse 1: Freeway]
I made you why would I play you?
Not only showered you with gifts I bathed you
Plus I hit the first night and I stayed too
I know it's early but I just thought I would page you
Hey you!
More then I'm willing and able
You get tired from all the presents that I gave you
Still you
Be acting like you someone faithful
You swear I'm fucking on a rendezvous
When you think of freaking I be on my girl
Even when we not freaking you be on my mind
I'm more mature I'm flipping them dollars
So I can't give you all of my time cause I'm,
24 hours a day stuck in a war
Atleast 8 hours or more cooking them rhymes up
So 16 hours just you can hit the store and you complaining you want more free time?

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Shawty if you love me like your lost and you can't find your way without me
You gon wake up one day when I'm gone thinking why did you doubt me
But you better believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top
You got to believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top

[Verse 2: Freeway]
You got to believe me baby I'm making it easy baby
My SWA you watching Feezy baby
I got a mean Mercedes and got a cleaning lady
Heres some advice for you, you better heat it baby
Long as your whip in the room and got a strip on them booms
So what the fuck do you care cause I live on the road
I'm busy gripping them Ole's that's how you gripping them clothes
Home I ain't getting no dough I can't be sitting in there
So what they worth is they own baby I'm different then them
I bring them benjamins in look at the kitchen in there
Look at the living room set look at that thing on your neck
Matching that thing on your wrist but got some digits in there
I give a fuck if they stare I give a fuck what they think
I get them budgets in check and put the diesel in there
Don't let them people in there
Gas you up and get you all upset
You win my heart and I'm a keep you there

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Shawty if you love me like your lost and you can't find your way without me
You gon wake up one day when I'm gone thinking why did you doubt me
But you better believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top
You got to believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top

[Verse 3: Freeway]
And since these feelings at heart are not right I,
Put in position to rock ice right and,
Them other niggas be singing the same song they might,
Have what it takes but they handle things wrong
You in your mens. or something you want the meaner man
You got to believe yourself cause I believe in me
I got the Beamer keys I'm just as clean as these
I smoke the greenest trees
Them other niggas be fronting

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Shawty if you love me like your lost and you can't find your way without me
You gon wake up one day when I'm gone thinking why did you doubt me
But you better believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top
You got to believe me I take it to the, take it to the, take it to the top

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(feat. Rick Ross, Dre)

[Verse 1: Freeway]
Hit it
Young Philly from the block y'all rockstars
This is criminal opera I got y'all
60 niggas willin to pop y'all or rock y'all
Freezer cruise the city in a hot car sports car
Cleveland today Atlanta tomarrow
Free will never be soft cause the hood is in me
They say it will be here today gone tomorrow
But I'm still standin strong cause the hood is with me (hit me)
Yes! before this rap thing cracked off
I was somewhere gettin a pack off that's all
Now I'm gettin my raps off that's all
Shuttin down colliseums like NASA asshole (Freezy where you been)
I took four years off
I went to Mecca paid respect and
Earned some checks for the road
Be the man that cut the check so please respect Young Hov
Before I hit y'all with the tech
And turn ya lights down low
Woah!

[Chorus: Dre & Freeway]
Lights get low (Low)
Let the music take total
The music take total control
Trol trol trol
Let the music take total
The music take total control
Trol trol trol (I got to hustle I got to grind)
(I got to hustle I got to grind)
Let the music take total
The music take total con...

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Born with the murder one
We got the hood burning up
Yea this what you want
My niggas know to turn it up
The white be with my city yea for me to run
You standin in a pool of blood
Youngin shoulda seen the sun
What you want to do tell me what you want to move
A good week for me another man a month or two
I'm into blowing and laying you niggas low
The feds tappin out and they fucking with figure fours
I don't wanna wrestle I wet em and then they froze
Me and Free hit every freeway around the globe
If she with me just know that she throw stacks
A quarter stick of dynamite off in that whole back
She the bomb
I'm the boss
Maybach that's my flying sauce
Count a mill with me shawty because you need to ride
You watch it freeze up you will see in time

[Chorus: Dre & Freeway]
Lights get low (Low)
Let the music take total
The music take total control
Trol trol trol
Let the music take total
The music take total control
Trol trol trol (I got to hustle I got to grind)
(I got to hustle I got to grind)
Let the music take total
The music take total con...

[Verse 3: Freeway]
Y'all rappers perpetrating
Free motivateing
Put bones together like I'm the great lakes
Then use my dome acheing
I'm so patient
Struggling between my music and moving weight and
I can move a crate in
Less than an hour
And make hit in the same hour
It's so amazing
Matter fact free so hood
That I still hit the kinks
For three weeks I'm cool with asians
Nigga come at me going to lose
You need to fire them dudes
Who hike them up through his agent
Me & Cool & Dre will give you abrasions
Hit his chest because his hustle so soft
Don't make me go off
Treat this town like the brightest star
Grinds in the east the south an the west
If a nigga got beef I'm a put it to rest
God bless us when I tell him
That I leave him deceased
Now peep holla

[Chorus: Dre & Freeway]
Lights get low (Low)
Let the music take total
The music take total control
Trol trol trol
Let the music take total
The music take total control
Trol trol trol (I got to hustle I got to grind)
(I got to hustle I got to grind)
Let the music take total
The music take total con...

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