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Edit Lyrics [Freeway]Man if I get rocked, this shit for my kids niggaIt's that real shit...[female singer, repeated throughout the verses]Even though what we do is wrong...We still hustle 'til the sun come upCrack a 40 when the sun go downIt's a cold winterY'all niggaz better bundle upAnd I bet it be a hotter summer, grab a onionYes the ROC gets down, you hot now, listen upDon't you know cops' whole purpose is to lock us down?And throw away the keyBut 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 personCatch 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 prisonFuck a Bentley or a Lexus just my boys in the splatterNigga talk reckless then I hit 'em with the Smif 'nBut I'm never snitchin' I'm a riderIf my kids hungry snatch the dishes out ya kitchenI'll be wylin' til they pick me outta line-upWe keep the nines tucked, chopped dimes up, rap about itWyle out, fuck niggaz up, laugh about itI'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 sinsFreeway got it in like 10 in the mornin'And I can get it to ya like 10 while you yawnin' mangStill deliver the order mang!And I ain't talkin' bout chicken and gravy mang!I'm talkin' bout bricks 'o ye-yo, halves and quarters4 and a halves of hash you do the mathSwing past us scoop up your daughterShe wanna roll wit' a thug that rap, you do the mathHe won't blast 'til my stacks in order mang![Jay-Z]MANG! Lemme get 'em FreeHove never slackin' mang, zippin' in the black RangeFaster than the red ghost, gettin' ghost wit' Pac-MangOne-time know I got a knack to get that changeLeader of the black gang, R-O-C mangBang like T-Mac, ski mask air it outGotta kill witnesses 'cause Free's beard's stickin' outY'all don't wanna witness shit, we squeeze hammers mangBullets breeze by you, like Lousiana mangBut I gotta feed Tianna mangSo I move keys you can call me the Piano ManRain, sleet, hail, snow manSlang dough, E, hydro man[Beanie Sigel]No, B. Sige in the third laneGramps still prayin' workin on my nerves manLike, "Son you gotta get your soul cleanBefore they blow them horns like Coltrane"But still I cry tears of a hustlerWipe tears from my mother, pull out beers for our brothersThat's above us, make beds for the babiesTuck kids under covers, buy cribs for they mothersShit I'll probably be wylin' with their fathersTell Ms. Robert, tell Enijah that I'm ridin' for her fatherThat's like my brother, like same mother different fatherAny problems dawg know I got 'emAnd still we grind from the bottomJust to make it to the bottom sold crack in the alleywaysStill gave back Marcy a Dollar DayReal gangstas make hood holidaysThey ain't thank us but we still paid homage mangSoul Food Sunday lookin' like Big Momma's mangTell the gang I never break my promise mang...mang...unnh! New! Log in to start a snippet Song Info Submitted by geno55 On May 30, 2007 More Freeway Fallen Free My Love You Don't Know (In the Ghetto) Hear the Song [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 splatter 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! And I ain't talkin' bout chicken and gravy mang! I'm talkin' bout bricks 'o ye-yo, halves and quarters 4 and a halves of hash you do the math Swing past us scoop up your daughter She wanna roll wit' a thug that rap, you do the math He won't blast 'til my stacks in order mang! [Jay-Z] MANG! Lemme get 'em Free Hove never slackin' mang, zippin' in the black Range Faster than the red ghost, gettin' ghost wit' Pac-Mang One-time know I got a knack to get that change Leader of the black gang, R-O-C mang Bang like T-Mac, ski mask air it out Gotta kill witnesses 'cause Free's beard's stickin' out Y'all don't wanna witness shit, we squeeze hammers mang Bullets breeze by you, like Lousiana mang But I gotta feed Tianna mang So I move keys you can call me the Piano Man Rain, sleet, hail, snow man Slang dough, E, hydro man [Beanie Sigel] No, B. Sige in the third lane Gramps still prayin' workin on my nerves man Like, "Son you gotta get your soul clean Before they blow them horns like Coltrane" But still I cry tears of a hustler Wipe tears from my mother, pull out beers for our brothers That's above us, make beds for the babies Tuck kids under covers, buy cribs for they mothers Shit I'll probably be wylin' with their fathers Tell Ms. Robert, tell Enijah that I'm ridin' for her father That's like my brother, like same mother different father Any problems dawg know I got 'em And still we grind from the bottom Just to make it to the bottom sold crack in the alleyways Still gave back Marcy a Dollar Day Real gangstas make hood holidays They ain't thank us but we still paid homage mang Soul Food Sunday lookin' like Big Momma's mang Tell the gang I never break my promise mang...mang...unnh! 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