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Alright Lyric | Freeway |  |  | PHILADELPHIA FREEWAY |  |
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(feat. Allen
Anthony)
[Freeway] State Property, Roc-a-fella
Records This that feeling music you know We make that music you can feel
Early
"Just Blaze"
[Verse 1: Freeway] I went from the
ghetto to the ghetto and I'm back again And we doing it back and forth roll
with a gang of thugs My burner my hood passport fresh from the airport I'm
back again And I clap your men; I'm from a block where niggas might blast
your pops No chance ambulance can't save your kin; smoke reefer burn
reefer Chill in my spot instead of making selat drink liters of gin I'm
drunk again I'm high again I just might fly a kite To my niggas up state
knocked off in the pen They booked in a jail; I'm booking a flight It's
fucked up last year we was all on the block This can't be life this can't be
love They roll with a whack; I roll with a snub We all in a
fight
[Chorus: Allen Anthony + (Freeway overlapping the
chorus)] Alright, (woo) baby don't you cry (ugh) Alright, (tell em)
everything's gon be alright Alright, (woo) I know we can make it through
this Alright, (tell em)don't let go hold on tight (ugh) Alright, Alright,
Alright
[Verse 2: Freeway + (Allen Anthony)] Baby don't you
cry Every thing gon be alright all night, Free is on his job let the music
play And I ain't come to hurt nobody tonight But if a dude get out of line
put him back in tech Must be out his mind let the ruger spray Clap until
we alright all out of dodge (alright) That's right crush the club tonight
with a watch on the Robb Report (sweet) Check on the war report; check on the
stores we bought (yeah) Check on the kids and shit Hope everything's
alright all night cause all day pop in the mix I might pop rock stars pop up
on your strip Free pop out hits get paid for my thoughts and that's
alright And my label the shit
[Chorus: Allen Anthony + (Freeway
overlapping the chorus)] Alright (And you hating the click) Baby don't
you cry (woo) Alright, (tell em) everything's gon be alright Alright,
(woo) I know we can make it through this (tell em) Alright, (geah) don't let
go hold on tight Alright, (woo) Alright, (geah) Alright
[Verse 3:
Freeway + (Allen Anthony)] I came from the hood and I'm bringing the hood
with me (And don't you worry about a thing) It ain't a thing I'm bringing
them things with me scrap And I take em around the globe travel around the
globe Been to Paris and back again Free fall back get stacks with a
pen Still move like a king pen clapping you forward I went from gat in the
tux Snatching your gold to platinum and gold plaques on the tuck Same shit
different line up work gat and a tech I might get with Mac and act up in a
Bent We came a long way from a pack and tech (We got to reach for
something better) geah
[Chorus: {Allen Anthony} + (Freeway overlapping
the chorus)] Alright, (woo) {hey oh oh baby} (geah) Alright, (woo)
everything's gon be alright for you and me (geah) Alright, (right geah) {come
on} (ugh it's the Roc) Alright, (it's the Roc){alright hey hey hey yeah}
(geah) Alright, (geah) Alright,{oh oh oh yeah} (geah) Alright,
(holla)
{All my homeboys out there dying} (Tell em) (woo) hey this
world's a crazy place (geah) oh (geah) why didn't I find my (yes)
place {alright alright} (clap clap clap clap) (holla) Alright (geah)
{alright} Alright {alright}, Alright {yeah}, Alright {oh
lord}
[Freeway] Young Free, Allen Anthony, The Roc is
definitely in the building Woo, geah, geah woop woop geah clap clap clap clap
clap woo woo woo
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