Alright Lyrics - Philadelphia Freeway - Freeway

State Property, Roc-a-fella Records 

This that feeling music you know 

We make that music you can feel Early 

"Just Blaze" 

I went from the ghetto to the ghetto and I'm back again 

And we doing it back and forth roll with a gang of thugs 

My burner my hood passport fresh from the airport I'm back again 

And I clap your men; I'm from a block where niggas might blast your pops 

No chance ambulance can't save your kin; smoke reefer burn reefer 

Chill in my spot instead of making selat drink liters of gin 

I'm drunk again I'm high again I just might fly a kite 

To my niggas up state knocked off in the pen 

They booked in a jail; I'm booking a flight 

It's fucked up last year we was all on the block 

This can't be life this can't be love 

They roll with a whack; I roll with a snub 

We all in a fight 

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Alright, (woo) baby don't you cry (ugh) 

Alright, (tell em) everything's gon be alright 

Alright, (woo) I know we can make it through this 

Alright, (tell em)don't let go hold on tight (ugh) 

Alright, Alright, Alright 

Baby don't you cry 

Every thing gon be alright all night, Free is on his job let the music play 

And I ain't come to hurt nobody tonight 

But if a dude get out of line put him back in tech 

Must be out his mind let the ruger spray 

Clap until we alright all out of dodge (alright) 

That's right crush the club tonight with a watch on the Robb Report (sweet) 

Check on the war report; check on the stores we bought (yeah) 

Check on the kids and shit 

Hope everything's alright all night cause all day pop in the mix 

I might pop rock stars pop up on your strip 

Free pop out hits get paid for my thoughts and that's alright 

And my label the shit 

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Alright (And you hating the click) 

Baby don't you cry (woo) 

Alright, (tell em) everything's gon be alright 

Alright, (woo) I know we can make it through this (tell em) 

Alright, (geah) don't let go hold on tight 

Alright, (woo) Alright, (geah) Alright 

I came from the hood and I'm bringing the hood with me 

(And don't you worry about a thing) 

It ain't a thing I'm bringing them things with me scrap 

And I take em around the globe travel around the globe 

Been to Paris and back again 

Free fall back get stacks with a pen 

Still move like a king pen clapping you forward 

I went from gat in the tux 

Snatching your gold to platinum and gold plaques on the tuck 

Same shit different line up work gat and a tech 

I might get with Mac and act up in a Bent 

We came a long way from a pack and tech 

(We got to reach for something better) geah 

Alright, (woo) {hey oh oh baby} (geah) 

Alright, (woo) everything's gon be alright for you and me (geah) 

Alright, (right geah) {come on} (ugh it's the Roc) 

Alright, (it's the Roc){alright hey hey hey yeah} (geah) 

Alright, (geah) Alright,{oh oh oh yeah} (geah) Alright, (holla) 

{All my homeboys out there dying} (Tell em) 

(woo) hey this world's a crazy place (geah) 

oh (geah) why didn't I find my (yes) place 

{alright alright} (clap clap clap clap) (holla) 

Alright (geah) {alright} 

Alright {alright}, Alright {yeah}, Alright {oh lord} 

Young Free, Allen Anthony, The Roc is definitely in the building 

Woo, geah, geah woop woop geah clap clap clap clap clap woo woo woo