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Down in my area, chk a chk uh.. real shit nigga uh It`s the ROC Yeah... Free... yea uh feel me.. Pa pause Yo.. yo [Verse 1: Freeway] I was born in west but migrated to north Remember cold nights grindin` AK and a toss Four door for the stick up boys if they want war Fiends comin` all night all I heard was four more Rocks in the cap When it was jumpin` me and Rell hit dances You could pick me out the crowd rockin` the cap But things change Cause my man Rell fightin` a body On state row where it`s so cold Rockin` his blues I roll with the ROC Still trynna rock at a show Shit aint like 98` niggaz pockets is low Which way do I go? Indictments blew over Man whipped a few shoulders Shovel nick boulders gettin` it slow Me, I`m in the studio switchin` the flow Changin` the styles My son and daughter need pampers Cause they just shittin` them up And changin` the size My man Just quipped the Jags See the change in his eyes [Chorus: Freeway - 2X]; followed by [Rell] And I eat, sleep, buy, sell - drugs Cause I`m just another victim of the ghetto When I rob, steal, lie to get money, bust slugs (shots) Cause I`m just another product of the ghetto [Rell] This is how it goes down in these ghetto streets [Rell] This is how it goes down in my neighborhood [Rell] This is how it goes down in these ghetto streets [Rell] This is how it goes down in my area [Verse 2: Freeway] My man blingin` platinum wheel, platinum gat Took a trip down south came back with platinum caps I`m still trynna write platinum raps But made a slight change from verse one Started jugglin` packs It`s like I`m travelin` backwards Rewindin` the time Putting four on nine Must be outta my mind (uh) nine, get it outta my palm Just grab four and a half get it outta my trunk Free we need you at the studio Out to lunch - out on the block These niggaz just pulled out on my man And the only rock I worry bout is right on my face We bout to go shake, rattle his block (shots) with no plans Shots fired, cops came But I`m a grown man I stick around till my clip is empty Cops threw me on the ground When my clip got empty (shots) Now bars is all I see a thug is all I`ll ever be [Chorus] [Verse 3: Freeway] I got, 11 in I was facin` a dub, got nine left My click show love they write back My cousin M`s son, little Di he`s so grown Said he hold chrome, run blocks, and write raps Wrote him right back Told him I control the bones Try to play the phone We could rhyme and hold wax Leave that drug shit alone Don`t forget you grown It`ll put you places where your mind can`t get you back from Little nigga aint write me back since Still supply the jail L.Pridgon you got mail It`s probably all the letters you wrote him What you mean? All the fucked up shit you told him This shit from my cousin Emily I`m quotin` (uh huh) Right out her letter Little Di, got popped in the head trynna steal a nigga leather That`s what the cops said but the streets could tell you better [Chorus]
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