[Verse 1]
Now I go from overseas, back to the block
Freeway, mother $#&@er, 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

I'm makin some things happen
You make an attempt to see me then its
Clip boom, I'm makin some things matchin, I'm froze

Stuffy nose, we bounce wit machinery, ahh
Choo, Free sneeze on you !@$)gots
Here the clip drop, reload the semi-automatic

Get popped, then we seize keys like traffic
Box whip, locksmith, move keys through traffic
I'm like Boston, George and Blow

Philadelphia Freeway keep yay from blocks of soap
And y'all local, we international
Grip rounds everytime I hit towns


[Chorus - Freeway]
And I hope y'all hear me in London and France

I tote wax down there when I ain't luggin the cannon
and in Mecca I'm bowin, in Hawaii I'm landin
on an island, smokin and thinkin

I hug blocks in the United States
I cop cribs in Africa, y'all can't relate
I kick box in Ban!@%!, shark in Japan

Play my part, switch vans everytime I hitman

[Verse 2]

And I, pull dimes everytime I hit man
Since I'ma little ludicrous international post dude
And I, post up where you can't 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 I'm tryin to make MJ moves

Which one? either I fool
Jordan or Jackson, but until I get the fortune I'm snappin
Snatchin, I'll show you how the meat eyes do

Give up weight, when you show em what them heat-ers do
^!$$% wait, don't be that rude
You can take weight from anybody if he think that he that dude

Roc-A-Fella ^!$$%, we that crew
Shake ^!$$%s, And1 mixtape ^!$$%s, we got moves


[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

And the flows SICK damn, man
It's A Man's World ^!$$%, sit down you girl ^!$$%s
That's why I bring pounds around you girl ^!$$%s

'Case I gotta @@#! it back and clap on mother $#&@a, what
Don't need a pound to sound you girl ^!$$%s
But the pound's loud sound'll drown you motha $#&@a's ears

Yeah, it's Freeway young scarpper
Say my name wrong, I'll lodge a bullet in your nappy hair
Yeah, it's the flow of the decade

Studio, backwoods, 'dro and the Pepsi
Do it the best way
I was thirteen, @@#!in the tek back, look how the tek spray

Now I dribble down, V-A mother $#&@a
For schizlle you'll see Free my nizzle
Oh, yeah, don't forget the Way mother $#&@a

Any stupid mother $#&@a in my way gettin crippled

[Chorus x2]