All The Way Live - Freeway

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Hol' up, hol' up

Yeah, yeah

Woah, woah

Hol' up, hol' up

Yeah, yeah

Woah, woah

Keep off the

Covered in gold

Blowin' a check, yeah

Bad bitches on deck (bitches on deck)

All the way, all the way live, yeah

All the way, all the way live, yeah

All the way, all the way (all the way)

All the way, all the way live, yeah

, yeah

Wouldn’t let no

We in the city

Homie we litty

Hundred thou' new

All the way, all the way live, yeah

All the way, all the way live, yeah

All the way, all the way (all the way)

All the way, all the way live, yeah

Ran rap a lot of Summers

Boy I trap a lot of numbers

Had to school a lot of young ones

Boy I raised a lot of hustlers

In the ghetto where they cut throat

Dust smoke turn to gun smoke

Slide by in that wide body

Shit look like a tug rope