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Philly Freezer
Cardiac on the track
I′m on my way to be your favorite, niggas
That's right, Month of Madness still going
Can I last ′em?
It's Month of Madness as promised, Freeway, he tote guns
Y'all play with toy guns, we known to blast llamas
Gunfire, one prior from coke selling
These niggas never been felons, they just jocking my styling
They not popping them hollows, nor are they popping them bottles
Nor are they popping them models, they not
They dirt weed smoking, touch me? What are you, joking?
What are you, love-pumping, mixing your weed with crack?
Y′all heard Freeway deliver the crack
Same job, different line of work, deliver the crack
I used to make sure the pack was sold
Now I deliver that crack with words, word
I started ′09 with the Month of Madness
Gave the game to these rappers, watch a pattern emerge
When it comes to the drama, I'm willing and active
I blast a bastard, leave his ear passages closed
Day one, day two, you was feeling my groove
Day three, day four, you was feeling me more
I′ma keep dropping shit 'til my shit in stores
It′s day thirty and I'm back with more, back with more
Keep going through his act, I clap the boy
Stupid, what is you, stupid? I clap for more
Y′all spitting bullshit, I'm a matador
It's Philly Freezer and I′m back for more, back for more, yeah
I tell y′all again, I rap, unwrap the raw
Keep the strap for them niggas tryna trap the boy
A hundred shots for niggas listening to M.O.P
Tryna plot, ante up, and kidnap that boy
Stash box, stash Glocks case cops arrest me
Case kids try and at me, lay them kids flatly
Clapping, tagging, popping like acne
Then go at who sent them kids at me
Yeah, aim accurately
'Kay, blast, ′kay, splash, niggas cause catastrophes
Free break niggas, make niggas have to squeeze
Make 'em pay back that cheese if he owe math
If rap don′t work, I got some kilos stashed
I still put the mask and glove, Desert Eagle to work
Free Lethal, I still put your people to work
Somebody gon' hurt if I don′t see no cash, yeah
Day one, day two, you was feeling my groove
Day three, day four, you was feeling me more
I'ma keep dropping shit 'til my shit in stores
It′s day thirty and I′m back with more, back with more
Keep going through his act, I clap the boy
Stupid, what is you, stupid? I clap for more
Y'all spitting bullshit, I′m a matador
It's Philly Freezer and I′m back for more, back for more, yeah
Y'all rappers better go to the stu′
Go in the booth, lock yourself in for about ten
Month straight, wreck your brain 'til your shit aches
That might help you with your records and your mixtapes
I'm more reckless with the records than the mixtape
Professional, we need them reparations, me and Boo Hefner
For y′all niggas that don′t know, that's Banks
We gon′ always hold weight, get dough forever, yeah
Day one, day two, you was feeling my groove
Day three, day four, you was feeling me more
I'ma keep dropping shit ′til my shit in stores
It's day thirty and I′m back with more, back with more
Keep going through his act, I clap the boy
Stupid, what is you, stupid? I clap for more
Y'all spitting bullshit, I'm a matador
Cardiac on the track
I′m on my way to be your favorite, niggas
That's right, Month of Madness still going
Can I last ′em?
It's Month of Madness as promised, Freeway, he tote guns
Y'all play with toy guns, we known to blast llamas
Gunfire, one prior from coke selling
These niggas never been felons, they just jocking my styling
They not popping them hollows, nor are they popping them bottles
Nor are they popping them models, they not
They dirt weed smoking, touch me? What are you, joking?
What are you, love-pumping, mixing your weed with crack?
Y′all heard Freeway deliver the crack
Same job, different line of work, deliver the crack
I used to make sure the pack was sold
Now I deliver that crack with words, word
I started ′09 with the Month of Madness
Gave the game to these rappers, watch a pattern emerge
When it comes to the drama, I'm willing and active
I blast a bastard, leave his ear passages closed
Day one, day two, you was feeling my groove
Day three, day four, you was feeling me more
I′ma keep dropping shit 'til my shit in stores
It′s day thirty and I'm back with more, back with more
Keep going through his act, I clap the boy
Stupid, what is you, stupid? I clap for more
Y′all spitting bullshit, I'm a matador
It's Philly Freezer and I′m back for more, back for more, yeah
I tell y′all again, I rap, unwrap the raw
Keep the strap for them niggas tryna trap the boy
A hundred shots for niggas listening to M.O.P
Tryna plot, ante up, and kidnap that boy
Stash box, stash Glocks case cops arrest me
Case kids try and at me, lay them kids flatly
Clapping, tagging, popping like acne
Then go at who sent them kids at me
Yeah, aim accurately
'Kay, blast, ′kay, splash, niggas cause catastrophes
Free break niggas, make niggas have to squeeze
Make 'em pay back that cheese if he owe math
If rap don′t work, I got some kilos stashed
I still put the mask and glove, Desert Eagle to work
Free Lethal, I still put your people to work
Somebody gon' hurt if I don′t see no cash, yeah
Day one, day two, you was feeling my groove
Day three, day four, you was feeling me more
I'ma keep dropping shit 'til my shit in stores
It′s day thirty and I′m back with more, back with more
Keep going through his act, I clap the boy
Stupid, what is you, stupid? I clap for more
Y'all spitting bullshit, I′m a matador
It's Philly Freezer and I′m back for more, back for more, yeah
Y'all rappers better go to the stu′
Go in the booth, lock yourself in for about ten
Month straight, wreck your brain 'til your shit aches
That might help you with your records and your mixtapes
I'm more reckless with the records than the mixtape
Professional, we need them reparations, me and Boo Hefner
For y′all niggas that don′t know, that's Banks
We gon′ always hold weight, get dough forever, yeah
Day one, day two, you was feeling my groove
Day three, day four, you was feeling me more
I'ma keep dropping shit ′til my shit in stores
It's day thirty and I′m back with more, back with more
Keep going through his act, I clap the boy
Stupid, what is you, stupid? I clap for more
Y'all spitting bullshit, I'm a matador
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