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- Freeway Reppin' The Streets 歌詞
- Freeway
- Written by：Leslie Pridgen/Chad Hamilton/Ryan Presson/Homer Banks/Carl Hampton
Lifes a struggle you born alone and you die alone
In between lifes pages you get your cryinon
Im from where you never snitch you do the time for em
Ni**a try to play you bring the nines for
Em ride on em
Catch em in traffic and squeeze the gauge on
Em rain on em
Donnellys is them ni**as with the cage for em
Motherf**kers swore they had me trapped in a box
I had to plan and plot before I could brainstorm
Name bomb
Bomb on em the plan is to stay calm
React like Saddam but cool as the Fonz on em
These ni**as aint killers Im pullinthe files on em
They chumps chimps
Aint even monkeys run from gorillas
They livinyour rhymes out
You live with your moms
And you aint pushinno rides and you aint whippin
Those nines out
You livina lie and you continue to lie
And we continue to mob word to my mom we movinout
Ni**a
From war and tears to white tees
Yeah from crack bundles to black burners
Uh from cold winters to hot summers
From north and south Philly to South Beach
Uh from jail cells to plush suits
Yeah from Timbalands to Nikes
Uh from button ups to hoods we
Still keepinit hood reppinthe streets
Cmon
Cominup I aint had name brand nothinon
All my shirts they had the Tigers on em ironed on 'em
Then I got myself together went and grinded for it
She was struggling couldnt ask my moms for it
My era
Them little ni**as with them Ks thatll pall bear ya
They will strip you naked leavinyou with nothinon
Uh catch you at the light and step and pall bear ya
This goes for all areas wherever hustlingoes on
Theres a whole lot of bustininvolved
People dyinlot of cryinlot of fussingoinon
Uh I seen people be there in the day
Then by the night disappear in the fog
Then reappear in the morgue
Then they name just appear on your arm
With a tat sayinfor my dawgs
But ni**a this for my dawgs
No tats so I spit it in raps
So they hear you if I lay here tomorrow
Will I be here tomorrow
From war and tears to white tees
Yeah from crack bundles to black burners
Uh from cold winters to hot summers
From north and south Philly to South Beach
Uh from jail cells to plush suits
Yeah from Timbalands to Nikes
Uh from button ups to hoods we
Still keepinit hood reppinthe streets
Cmon
If I had dollar for every person caught up
In the system that was innocent
Id be richer than the president
Was incarcerated now you see me on your internet
Spit Sony high definition thats the vividness
Didnt know I could spit now you know I got the intellect
And the tec
So tryinto come at me is frivolous
Yall talkinkiller sh*t but yall talkingibberishness
Cause y'all aint killinsh*t
Unless yall gonhate me to death
First case was abating and theft
My first felon was attempt to deliver cause
Id attempted to deliver
Now picture me tryinto attempt to deliver
Now a days I bring that sh*t to your steps
And tell that sh*t to your reps
Matter of fact I got a clip for your reps
Pump a slug in that face and dump that a**in the river
For shark beef
We tryinto keep sh*t safe
Thats for my people with the keys in the safe
We gonsqueeze for our ni**as
From war and tears to white tees
Yeah from crack bundles to black burners
Uh from cold winters to hot summers
From north and south Philly to South Beach
Uh from jail cells to plush suits
Yeah from Timbalands to Nikes
Uh from button ups to hoods we
Still keepinit hood reppinthe streets
Cmon
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