Dunya Freeway & The Jacka

[Intro: Freeway & Sample]
On the street, on the street
On the street, on the street
On the street
Ugh

[Verse 1: Freeway]
Crack in the pot (Pot), Glock on the waist (Waist)
Smokers in the peephole
Welcome to the East Coast, this is where the heat go (Uh-huh)
This is where the young'un's stay strapped, serve crack to the people
Had to spray 'em, break out, like the measles
Hit The Bay, got with Jacka 'cause he pray like I pray
Far as bangin', we are active, tryna take over your atlas
We consistent with the rap and serve slap to the people, hey

[Verse 2: The Jacka & Freeway]
CHIPS is right behind me—try and let us live today
Just cause I'm with Free don't mean we givin' shit away
Forced to be a gangster—you should pray it never gets that way
Make Salat so much, prostration burns on our face
So, when Allah return, the burn'll turn into a light
Guide us through the dark while the pagans lose they mind
So if you wan' survive, we the guys you should get behind (Uh-huh)
Keep the ranks tight, like the lines formed in Jumah