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Reppin' The Streets

Freeway

Free at Last

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Tekst piosenki
[Verse One] Life's a struggle you born alone and you die alone In between life's pages you get your cryin' on I'm from where you never snitch you do the time for 'em Nigga try to play you bring the nine's for 'em, ride on 'em Catch 'em in traffic and squeeze the gauge on 'em, rain on 'em Donnelly's is them niggas with the cage for 'em Motherfucker's 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 niggas ain't killers I'm pullin' the files on 'em They chumps, chimps, ain't even monkey's run from gorillas They livin' your rhymes out You live with your moms And you ain't pushin' no rides and you ain't whippin' those nine's out You livin' a lie and you continue to lie And we continue to mob, word to my mom we movin' out Nigga [Hook] 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 keepin' it hood, reppin' the streets C'mon [Verse Two] Comin' up I ain't had name brand nothin' on 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, couldn't ask my moms for it My era Them little niggas with them K's that'll pall bear ya They will strip you naked, leavin' you with nothin' on Uh, catch you at the light and step and pall bear ya This goes for all areas, wherever hustlin' goes on There's a whole lot of bustin' involved People dyin', lot of cryin', lot of fussin' goin' on 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 sayin' "This for my dawgs", but nigga 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? [Hook] [Verse Three] If I had dollar for every person caught up in the system that was innocent I'd be richer than the president Was incarcerated now you see me on your internet Spit Sony high definition that's the vividness Didn't know I could spit now you know I got the intellect And the tec So tryin' to come at me is frivolous Y'all talkin' killer shit, but y'all talkin' gibberishness Cause y'all ain't killin' shit Unless y'all gon' hate me to death First case was abating and theft My first felon was attempt to deliver cause I'd attempted to deliver Now picture me tryin' to attempt to deliver Now a days I bring that shit to your steps And tell that shit to your reps Matter of fact I got a clip for your reps Pump a slug in that face and dump that ass in the river For shark beef We tryin' to keep shit safe That's for my people with the keys in the safe We gon' squeeze for our niggas [Hook]
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