Hey, yo uru, this Just Blaze, Bleek and Free right?   So I could get a hook or verse or sumthin'?   (Get outta here!)   Stick to makin' beats, I stick to yo' moms, nigga      Just blaze   Roll up a L, pour glass in that arm-e   Young E's had game since the days of Atari   Since the youth, I used to shoot her right back to the path   My day, goin' hard, mack the back of the cab      Did it all, little robbery, back cart of the G-train   Hood became a part of me, got a hell of a street game   Niggas don't want no part of me, bitches they   Wanna roll up, roll out, sit in the Ferrari   Breeze through Marcy      They know I'm gangsta in every way, what   I keep it gangsta, tech on me everyday, but   P-Game, how I lean to hit it, don't act right   I got to leave these bitches you know      I chase bread dog, I'm after the spread dog   The least you could do is give a nigga a lil' head, dog   Parked by Marcy, this two door Ferrari   Can't believe Mami deny me poonani      But I guess she don't listen to rap   So I'mma slut her like a ghost   In the hole, missing the track   And I'm a P, I, M, P, fo' sho rap   R,O,C N,Y,C, for short      F, R, two e's slide through deliver more   R, O, C, P,H,I, for short, por favor   I twist backwards swerve in the jeep   Cheek deep, pick up the chicks   Chicks lookin' for Bleek      Bleek sleep, makin' me sick won't answer the phone   Motorola, two way, you may answer to Freeway   I think it's him pagin' me now, I hear the back strap   Where you at? Got a room full of freaks   And they tryin' to get right, I could smut 'em all night   And get them chickens outta sight      Pass them hoes, then mack 'em   G to K, Freeway known for movin' the yay   I could get 'em from point A to point G   Here's the deal, I stuff 'em in the wheel   For the right amount of bills, I bring 'em where you stay      Y'all hate Freeway, scared when you see the Freeway   But you wanna kill Freeway, your girl ride the Freeway   Everyday, up and down, back and forth   In and out, know every route      Where my bitches who stack niggas?   Fuck wit a nigga like Memphis who gettin' that paper   But'll light you up with the jigga man   Where my bitches at? Where my bitches at?   Where my real bitches at? C'mon      And all my niggas who took llamas, murda, murda   Heard of a nigga named Freeway, from Philly to the 'Linas   Where my niggas at? Where my niggas at?   Where my real niggas at c'mon      All day I be smokin', we all my niggas who tokin'   We hit the block with the potent   Give 'em a week and they blow it   You know and you know      There's some ofa's sittin' low and my dogs   Know who all of us are, we sit low in them cars   Ain't no bitches wanna roll, they say I'm doin' my thing   See it's blue in the chain, I was changin' my jeans but   Li'l Mami is you rollin'or what? You fucka, you suck   For real I'm tryin'a see what's up with you      Introduce you to the pimp and the playas   It's no playin' 'cuz I'm a gangsta   I don't fuck with them hatas and basic   Hatin' is the part I ain't feelin'   Hoe's wanna fuck, 'cuz there's shit that I'm willin'      Once they see it, I just fuck up they head   And when I bang out in the hood, I just fuck up my bread   Instead of lead, I save it when I see you face to face   Right now, I'm fucking wit hoes, they don't gimme face shit      Where my bitches who stack niggas?   Fuck wit a nigga like Memphis who gettin' that paper   But'll light you up with the jigga man   Where my bitches at? Where my bitches at?   Where my real bitches at? C'mon      And all my niggas who took llamas, murda, murda   Heard of a nigga named Freeway, from Philly to the 'Linas   Where my niggas at? Where my niggas at?   Where my real niggas at c'mon      Just Blaze   Just Blaze