Freeway - International Hustler lyrics

rate me

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

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 faggots

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

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 Bancok, shark in Japan

Play my part, switch vans everytime I hitman

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

Nigga wait, don't 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

And the flows SICK damn, man

It's A Man's World nigga, sit down you girl niggas

That's why I bring pounds around you girl niggas

'Case I gotta cock it back and clap on mother fucka, what

Don't need a pound to sound you girl niggas

But the pound's loud sound'll drown you motha fucka'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, cockin the tek back, look how the tek spray

Now I dribble down, V-A mother fucka

For schizlle you'll see Free my nizzle

Oh, yeah, don't forget the Way mother fucka

Any stupid mother fucka in my way gettin crippled