[Freeway]



Man if I get rocked, this shit for my kids nigga

It's that real shit...



[female singer, repeated throughout the verses]

Even though what we do is wrong...



We still hustle 'til the sun come up

Crack a 40 when the sun go down

It's a cold winter

Y'all niggaz better bundle up

And I bet it be a hotter summer, grab a onion

Yes the ROC gets down, you hot now, listen up

Don't you know cops' whole purpose is to lock us down?

And throw away the key

But without this drug shit your kids ain't got no way to eat, huh?

We still try to keep Mom...smilin'...

Cuz when the teeth stop showin' and the stomach start growlin'

Then the heat start flowin'

If you from the hood I know you feel me ([Jay-Z:] Keep goin'...)

If a sneak start leanin' and the heat stop workin'

Then my heat start workin' I'm-a rob me a person

Catch a nigga sleepin' while he out in the open...and I'm-a get him ([Jay-Z:] Keep flowin'...)

We gotta raise our kids while we livin'

Make a million off-a record bail my niggaz outta prison

Fuck a Bentley or a Lexus just my boys in the squadder

Nigga talk reckless then I hit 'em with the Smif 'n...

But I'm never snitchin' I'm a rider

If my kids hungry snatch the dishes out ya kitchen

I'll be wylin' til they pick me outta line-up...

We keep the nines tucked, chopped dimes up, rap about it

Wyle out, fuck niggaz up, laugh about it

I'm not tryin' to visit the morgue but Freeway move out 'til I sit with the Lord

'Til I...get my shit together, clean up my sins

Freeway got it in like 10 in the mornin'

And I can get it to ya like 10 while you yawnin' mang...

Still deliver the order mang!