All My Life Lyrics - Singles - Freeway

Jeah, uh 

Real niggas stand up, uh 

Whoo! 

Jeah, uh, uh, yo 

From Cali to Philly, Philly to Cali 

I deliver the order, haulin' a milli 

Y'all niggas silly, I really don't want no problems 

It's North Philly hot, really hot 

Duck cops, send shots at idiots, really I 

Got the mack milli I wet your squadron up 

Oh! He don't feel me y'all 

Nate go get the gats, we shootin' up they videos 

Really y'all, ain't makin' a dollar 

When my shit drop, it's the Roc, holler 

Shoot you from toe to collar, watch you holler, pop my collar 

Holler! Bink controllin' the track 

Free and Nate controllin' the flow, y'all cats need to fall back 

Holler! at your boy if you wanna get rich 

I got a town and they want it tonight, you got pounds 

Well they one of the Knicks, cross Free better be strapped 

The rest of your life 

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All my life I'm. . . 

I'm gonna be 

Lovin' dough, chasin' hoes 

Smokin' 'dro, yeah yeah yeah 

All my days I'm. . . 

I'm gonna be 

Ridin' strapped, back and forth 

East to west, watch your back 

And I'm going going back back 

To Cali Cali, is we strapped? Yes! 

Private jet, gat in the vest, packed with the (?) 

Hit Nate soon as I land, hop in the van 

Everything calm and cool, gat by the croch 

Travel with the tool, it's just a part the plans 

And I'm from the Eastside, that's how we ride 

I let Mister Sig Sawyer sing a song to your man 

Yeaaah, it's the worlds most dangerous 

Clique, the Roc, we get neck in Los Angeles 

Chicks scandalous, it's just a part of the plans 

I smash, photograph it, send 'em home to they man 

At last, I'm more than a rap star, she bit off 

More than she can chew, she's one of the fans 

She said she know how we do, I swallow your crew 

Break a playa off then then get a (?) for his man, yeaaah 

Photos 

Tell Philly Phil Free comin' to town 

And we can blaze thirty L's once I get off the plane 

And go shoot past Roscoe's for chicken and waffles 

You act tough, hollows will stop at your mainframe 

Hit up your main man, stick to the game plan 

Your main man chick wanna come home with me like Cam 

Get done with her, pass her to Cam 

If I wanna squirt her, take her to Fatburger 

Spit murder, cross the clique, get murdered 

Out in Cali wearin' any color, State Prop, stick to my brand 

It ain't nothin' but crooks in here 

(Whoop! Whoop!) Freewizzle, big Nate Dizzle 

(Whoop! Whoop!) Get took straight from the club to the spittle 

For shizzle, y'all gon' have to call the cops in here 

And Nate from the westside, that's how they ride 

Shots in your backside, never bust in the air, yeaaah 

Whoo! 

Uh, holla! 

State Prop Chain Gang! 

Y'all niggas know what it is 

Whoo! 

Back and forth, east to west 

Whoo! 

Freeway is in the house, is in the house, uh! 

Young Gunnas in the building! Holla! 

Y'all bitch ass niggas 

Put your mouth on a pistol 

Put your mouth on a motherfuckin' pistol! Holla! 

Matter of fact, spray nigga 

Jeah! 

Jeah, it's the Roc! 

Uh!