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ChDown in my area, chk a chk uh.. real shit nigga uhIt`s the ROCYeah... Free... yea uh feel me.. Pa pauseYo.. yo[Verse 1: Freeway]I was born in west but migrated to northRemember cold nights grindin` AK and a tossFour door for the stick up boys if they want warFiends comin` all night all I heard was four moreRocks in the capWhen it was jumpin` me and Rell hit dancesYou could pick me out the crowd rockin` the capBut things changeCause my man Rell fightin` a bodyOn state row where it`s so coldRockin` his bluesI roll with the ROCStill trynna rock at a showShit aint like 98` niggaz pockets is lowWhich way do I go?Indictments blew overMan whipped a few shouldersShovel nick boulders gettin` it slowMe, I`m in the studio switchin` the flowChangin` the stylesMy son and daughter need pampersCause they just shittin` them upAnd changin` the sizeMy man Just quipped the JagsSee the change in his eyes[Chorus: Freeway - 2X]; followed by [Rell]And I eat, sleep, buy, sell - drugsCause I`m just another victim of the ghettoWhen I rob, steal, lie to get money, bust slugs (shots)Cause I`m just another product of the ghetto[Rell] This is how it goes down in these ghetto streets[Rell] This is how it goes down in my neighborhood[Rell] This is how it goes down in these ghetto streets[Rell] This is how it goes down in my area[Verse 2: Freeway]My man blingin` platinum wheel, platinum gatTook a trip down south came back with platinum capsI`m still trynna write platinum rapsBut made a slight change from verse oneStarted jugglin` packsIt`s like I`m travelin` backwardsRewindin` the timePutting four on nineMust be outta my mind(uh) nine, get it outta my palmJust grab four and a half get it outta my trunkFree we need you at the studioOut to lunch - out on the blockThese niggaz just pulled out on my manAnd the only rock I worry bout is right on my faceWe bout to go shake, rattle his block (shots) with no plansShots fired, cops cameBut I`m a grown manI stick around till my clip is emptyCops threw me on the groundWhen my clip got empty (shots)Now bars is all I see a thug is all I`ll ever be[Chorus][Verse 3: Freeway]I got, 11 in I was facin` a dub, got nine leftMy click show love they write backMy cousin M`s son, little Di he`s so grownSaid he hold chrome, run blocks, and write rapsWrote him right backTold him I control the bonesTry to play the phoneWe could rhyme and hold waxLeave that drug shit aloneDon`t forget you grownIt`ll put you places where your mind can`t get you back fromLittle nigga aint write me back sinceStill supply the jailL.Pridgon you got mailIt`s probably all the letters you wrote himWhat you mean?All the fucked up shit you told himThis shit from my cousin Emily I`m quotin` (uh huh)Right out her letterLittle Di, got popped in the head trynna steal a nigga leatherThat`s what the cops said but the streets could tell you better[Chorus]

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