Freeway When They Remember Lyrics

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CD 1
  • 1 This Can't Be Real
  • 2 It's Over
  • 3 Still Got Love
  • 4 Roc-A-Fella Billionaires
  • 5 When They Remember
  • 6 Take It to the Top
  • 7 Spit That Shit
  • 8 Reppin' the Streets
  • 9 Free at Last
  • 10 Baby Don't Do It
  • 11 Nuttin' on Me
  • 12 Walk Wit Me
  • 13 Lights Get Low
  • 14 I Cry
  • Soo....the last time
    We will remember
    We all only remember

    Thats right
    Constantly tottin' the pistol
    When I rap, its so official when I rap
    Came in the game on mac bac
    Jumped off
    Now I'm scoring like Shaq
    Globetrottin' yea I'm tourin' the map
    Coupe ridin' when I'm back in the hood
    Benz coupe put the roof in the back
    Got my strapper on my lap so I'm good (yea)
    Cross reason you will definitely lose
    Lil scrapper cause u death in the booth
    Put Ses in the woods
    I blew first 'cause I'm the best in the hood
    Its something missin'
    Y'all busy y'all congesting the booth (yea)
    God with me so I second to who?
    No boby but the brother muhameed
    Islamic style is hotter
    About a dollar holler
    Roc-a-feller top shotters
    Make the models holler
    Get your thousand dollars
    We can shoot it out or bang it out its not a problem
    If a ***** hidin' I know how to find him

    So....the last time
    We will remember
    We all only remember
    We will remember

    I've been rhyming since the 90's
    Been loiter since 01
    Got 300 *****s dats ridin I'm Leonadis
    I am cumin for the title
    Take the best rapper
    Hang from his feet an dry em
    Iron sheet clothes line em
    Was on a iron bust
    Now I'm on a iron bird
    Flying don't tryin' 'cause hes rhyming with a iron beak
    If u lookin' for competition
    I am he
    All y'all can take a l
    D.i me
    F-r-e me amour
    Tell the them underage chickens they should bring id
    If they ain't got it they ain't gettin' up V.I.P
    We liven
    All my women be in Christine Dior
    Freezer in bentley but he listen to Porsche
    Y'all hear the beat bangin'
    Well its v.i beek
    I'm from north Philly
    Round the corner from pink
    Took my pictures in the clique
    Now my pics in source

    I killed my own profession droppin' pelicans off
    Don't push 'em freezer Muslim
    So he better than y'all
    Plus freezer pop them checks
    More cheddar than y'all
    An his bars like sars
    Knock your relative off
    Rule 1
    Don't **** with f.r
    That's thats
    Oh y'all thought he was whack
    Now come come now
    While y'all so dumb now
    Pop me and get pop at
    I got the m
    I got 16 ways on how to hit your mans up
    Pull them vans up hop in
    Throw on them timberland boots
    Put them vans up
    This a stand off
    Y'all should man up
    I ain't from the bay
    Philly *****s ghost ride with them cannons
    We rely to have u divin' with them salmons
    Free a shark man
    Marks man shot
    Slam done
    This is what the peoples is wanting
    Me and b come with that funk we bout to do it again
    Come on


    Written by: Leslie Pridgen, Marvin Hamlisch, Alan Bergman, Marilyn Bergman, Roosevelt Iii Harrell
    Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group

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