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Freeway - "International Hustler"
[Verse 1]
Now I go from overseas, back to the block
Freeway, mother fucker, from the the, the Roc
Any day you wanna see my get shot of your strip
Everybody wanna be me, get paid off the block flip
Scripts move and paid off the rappin
Im makin some things happen
You make an attempt to see me then its
Clip boom, Im makin some things matchin, Im froze
Stuffy nose, we bounce wit machinery, ahh
Choo, Free sneeze on you faggots
Here the clip drop, reload the semi-automatic
Get popped, then we seize keys like traffic
Box whip, locksmith, move keys through traffic
Im like Boston, George and Blow
Philadelphia Freeway keep yay from blocks of soap
And yall local, we international
Grip rounds everytime I hit towns
[Chorus - Freeway]
And I hope yall hear me in London and France
I tote wax down there when I aint luggin the cannon
and in Mecca Im bowin, in Hawaii Im landin
on an island, smokin and thinkin
I hug blocks in the United States
I cop cribs in Africa, yall cant relate
I kick box in Bancok, shark in Japan
Play my part, switch vans everytime I hitman
[Verse 2]
And I, pull dimes everytime I hit man
Since Ima little ludicrous international post dude
And I, post up where you cant get man
Make hits with Jigga man, gotta respect dude
Much respect due, disrespect? you tek food
Feed you to the bullets in front of your STEPS
Pull it in front of your PETS
Brains in their bowl, you pet food
Meanwhile Im tryin to make MJ moves
Which one? either I fool
Jordan or Jackson, but until I get the fortune Im snappin
Snatchin, Ill show you how the meat eyes do
Give up weight, when you show em what them heat-ers do
Nigga wait, dont be that rude
You can take weight from anybody if he think that he that dude
Roc-A-Fella nigga, we that crew
Shake niggas, And1 mixtape niggas, we got moves
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
And the flows SICK damn, man
Its A Mans World nigga, sit down you girl niggas
Thats why I bring pounds around you girl niggas
Case I gotta cock it back and clap on mother fucka, what
Dont need a pound to sound you girl niggas
But the pounds loud soundll drown you motha fuckas ears
Yeah, its Freeway young scarpper
Say my name wrong, Ill lodge a bullet in your nappy hair
Yeah, its the flow of the decade
Studio, backwoods, dro and the Pepsi
Do it the best way
I was thirteen, cockin the tek back, look how the tek spray
Now I dribble down, V-A mother fucka
For schizlle youll see Free my nizzle
Oh, yeah, dont forget the Way mother fucka
Any stupid mother fucka in my way gettin crippled
[Chorus x2]
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