[Intro: Freeway]
Holla at ya fuckin boy
I know it's been a minute my niggas
But this the official return of Freeway
Early!
And if you ain't walkin with me
Then you must be against me
And it's goin down, we ain't takin no prisoners
That's right, that's right, okay!
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
HOLD ON!
Now tell me who the fuck you thought it would be
I'm in the booth with a quarter water, recordin with Free
It's nice to be important, but it's more important to be
Nice with the spit, pay attention you ain't more important than me!
You need to get it right bitch, YOU AIN'T KNOWIN, see it's the God yo
See most of you niggas is corny with your corn on the cob flow
Wells Fargo bread, ship it like cargo
I'm shit and got 'em sick while I'm whippin a Monte Carlo
I let the sparks go, what you tryin to step on my Clarks for? (Clarks for)
It's cold in this bitch, you better put on a scarf ho
Stayin close to the money, duckin the Narcs
So I can keep a whip in McLaren's, while I pull up and park slow
When I get the itch, I go fuck a bitch down and park slow
The God's dope and you can't defeat me, it's hard, I'm one of the last of Allah's hopes
Chain big with an ugly pendant a nigga drippin heavy in a long rope
They'll name you after my aimin at you through a long scope
They need you like the reaper done came to greet you in a long coat
You'll all choke
While I'm spittin (givin you bars), swallow and digest it
Like I was livin up in your mom's throat (mom's throat)
Then I float
Back and forth through the hood, lockin the city, so pity you and your squad bro
If you ain't heard when I last said it - the God's dope
These niggas think they can stand a chance when testing me, AW (NOPE!)
Holla at ya fuckin boy
I know it's been a minute my niggas
But this the official return of Freeway
Early!
And if you ain't walkin with me
Then you must be against me
And it's goin down, we ain't takin no prisoners
That's right, that's right, okay!
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
HOLD ON!
Now tell me who the fuck you thought it would be
I'm in the booth with a quarter water, recordin with Free
It's nice to be important, but it's more important to be
Nice with the spit, pay attention you ain't more important than me!
You need to get it right bitch, YOU AIN'T KNOWIN, see it's the God yo
See most of you niggas is corny with your corn on the cob flow
Wells Fargo bread, ship it like cargo
I'm shit and got 'em sick while I'm whippin a Monte Carlo
I let the sparks go, what you tryin to step on my Clarks for? (Clarks for)
It's cold in this bitch, you better put on a scarf ho
Stayin close to the money, duckin the Narcs
So I can keep a whip in McLaren's, while I pull up and park slow
When I get the itch, I go fuck a bitch down and park slow
The God's dope and you can't defeat me, it's hard, I'm one of the last of Allah's hopes
Chain big with an ugly pendant a nigga drippin heavy in a long rope
They'll name you after my aimin at you through a long scope
They need you like the reaper done came to greet you in a long coat
You'll all choke
While I'm spittin (givin you bars), swallow and digest it
Like I was livin up in your mom's throat (mom's throat)
Then I float
Back and forth through the hood, lockin the city, so pity you and your squad bro
If you ain't heard when I last said it - the God's dope
These niggas think they can stand a chance when testing me, AW (NOPE!)
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