[Verse 1]
  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
    [Chorus - Freeway]
  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
    [Verse 2]
  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
    [Chorus]
    [Verse 3]
  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