hey yo guru this just blaze bleek and free right so i could get a hook or verse or sumthin stick to makin beats i stick to yo moms nigga just blaze roll up a l pour glass in that arm e young e s had game since the days of atari since the youth i used to shoot her right back to the path my day goin hard mack the back of the cab did it all little robbery back cart of the g train hood became a part of me got a hell of a street game niggas don t want no part of me bitches they wanna roll up roll out sit in the ferrari breeze through marcy they know i m gangsta in every way what i keep it gangsta tech on me everyday but p game how i lean to hit it don t act right i got to leave these bitches you know i chase bread dog i m after the spread dog the least you could do is give a nigga a lil head dog parked by marcy this two door ferrari can t believe mami deny me poonani but i guess she don t listen to rap so i mma slut her like a ghost in the hole missing the track and i m a p i m p fo sho rap r o c n y c for short f r two e s slide through deliver more r o c p h i for short por favor i twist backwoods swerve in the jeep cheek deep pick up the chicks chicks lookin for bleek bleek sleep makin me sick won t answer the phone motorola two way you may answer to freeway i think it s him pagin me now i hear the back strap where you at got a room full of freaks and they tryin to get right i could smut em all night and get them chickens outta sight pass them hoes then mack em g to k freeway known for movin the yay i could get em from point a to point g here s the deal i stuff em in the wheel for the right amount of bills i bring em where you stay y all hate freeway scared when you see the freeway but you wanna kill freeway your girl ride the freeway everyday up and down back and forth in and out know every route where my bitches who stack niggas fuck wit a nigga like memphis who gettin that paper but ll light you up with the jigga man where my bitches at where my bitches at where my real bitches at c mon and all my niggas who took llamas murda murda heard of a nigga named freeway from philly to the linas where my niggas at where my niggas at where my real niggas at c mon  all day i be smokin we all my niggas who tokin we hit the block with the potent give em a week and they blow it you know and you know there s some ofa s sittin low and my dogs know who all of us are we sit low in them cars ain t no bitches wanna roll they say i m doin my thing see it s blue in the chain i was changin my jeans but li l mami is you rollin or what you fucka you suck for real i m tryin a see what s up with you introduce you to the pimp and the playas it s no playin cuz i m a gangsta i don t fuck with them hatas and basic hatin is the part i ain t feelin ho s wanna fuck cuz there s shit that i m willin once they see it i just fuck up they head and when i bang out in the hood i just fuck up my bread instead of lead i save it when i see you face to face right now i m fucking wit hoes they all gimme face shit where my bitches who stack niggas fuck wit a nigga like memphis who gettin that paper but ll light you up with the jigga man where my bitches at where my bitches at where my real bitches at c mon and all my niggas who took llamas murda murda heard of a nigga named freeway from philly to the linas where my niggas at where my niggas at where my real niggas at c mon just blaze just blaze1