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(feat. Chris, Sparks & Beanie Sigel) [Freeway] Do even asked me the reason... [Freeway] Yeah I know,you hear freeway everywhere you go before rap you see freeway everywhere you at you can bounce, he move yayo heavy with the crack now I'm in there like Prego with the ROC thick like labels with mack now I do doughnuts on the cops,keep cradles of stacks and you now when you hot when niggas hate on ya' tracks and you know when you shot when bullets come out ya' back for words coming out your mouth watch the way you rat cause'I'm from the streets and you will hate the way I act with a SK, Nine, or a Dillinger pick the heat mad cause' I lounge in a 8 Cylinder pick a beat fuck it up, holla at Julio get it checked my squad do circles like Hula-hoops with ya' freaks send her home after giving us neck, you can't sleep wonder why ya' girlfriend not giving you sex same nigga you told can't stop hustlin' won't eat,uhhn! [Chorus x2: Omilio Sparks] Tell me how we know, Letras de cancionesthis we lead will take us places that we don't wanna go now I really wanna change,but I'm chasing change trying to ease the pain, shelter for the rain I don't wanna hurt no more [Omilio] Yo, since a buck I been a knuckle-head half of the stuff you said, went in one and out the other ear you break ya' neck for what I asked for pops wasn't around one of the reasons why I'm hustlin' now one of the reasons why you strugglin' now, wit' three one your own, workin' the night shift and leavin' us home It's cool mom, I just couldn't got to school mom cause' of rappin' cause' of that you 'bout to move mom boy make moves mom, soon mom, trying to get us away from them nosey neighbors and the boys in blue mom, but I remember them times, no food in the crib nobody taking timeout schoolin' the kids in school with the kids they got they Timb's on buttered up, it wasn't right I'm up in there my slim's on button up, it's alright but they ain't never clown me, they see pain up in me I had a little Sugar Shane up in me [Chorus x2] [Beanie Sigel] Why that cat gotta be pushin' them Bently's back to back like that , cause' god meant me you little dirty punks ain't ready for the boy load four thiry chunks and eatin' seventy more what makes you say that is it cause I'm laid back spinnin' through them wheels of fortune like Sajak pump your brakes scrap, I only spit it for ya'll niggas like my nigga Mark eatin' space packs ya'll niggas want R.I.P but I'm CEO I remember I use to see CC cop, cook, and collect my nigga Kyle use to cook it the best but for you crooked cops I got a 40 cal that'll cook up ya' chest, parolized my man, slimmed his legs and parolized his chance, I know Allah got plans but still I remaniss at night this can't be us this can't be right [Chorus x2] [Omilio] It's funny me chasing change made my whole life change, got me a range slammed in the bing, freedom snatched away hug my momma from a K, watchin' a tear roll off her face but mom is hurting no more [Chorus x2] From Letras Mania