Freeway, The Jacka - Dunya lyrics
Freeway [Philly Freezer]
[Freeway, The Jacka - Dunya lyrics]
On the street, on the street
On the street, on the street on the street
Ugh
Crack in the pot
(Pot) , Glock on the waist (Waist)
Smokers in the peephole
Welcome to the East Coast
This is where the heat go (Uh, huh)
This is where the young'un's stay strapped
Serve crack to the people
Had to spray 'em, break out, like the measles
Hit The Bay
Got with Jacka 'cause he pray like I pray
Far as bangin', we are active
Tryna take over your atlas
We consistent with the rap and
Serve slap to the people, hey
CHIPS is right behind me try
And let us live today
Just cause I'm with Free don't
Mean we givin' shit away
Forced to be a gangster you should
Pray it never gets that way
Make Salat so much
Prostration burns on our face
So, when Allah return
The burn'll turn into a light
Guide us through the dark while
The pagans lose they mind
So if you wan' survive
We the guys you should get behind (Uh, huh)
Keep the ranks tight
Like the lines formed in Jumah
I'm my mom's only
My dad's favorite my close homies (Ugh)
Turned on me for no reason they such traitors
(Damn) but that's fine (That's fine)
I learned from my mistakes
These are the breaks
They'll never catch me slippin' next time
I tote the nine because I read Qur'ān
I see the signs
I'ma send it straight from the dunyā
How could I be divine?
Don't get it twisted I'm a repenter, too
Unlimited bars
Extended clips when I'm in the booth
Allah, I think about You every day
Pray You keep my family safe
They ain't ask to be here they
Shouldn't pay for my mistakes
Named my first daughter Husseina
Then conscience came
Caught up here 'cause I was a dreamer
Fell off my dīn certain sūrahs
I can't remember You took away
I need the knowledge back hope
You never turn away
No matter how much I smoke
The pain won't burn away
Drop the jewels in the booth
So they'll learn the way
Too busy chasin' these broads
(Ugh) , fly sports cars (Uh, huh)
When I should be studyin'
Hundred and fourteen Surahs
But my family strugglin' I need
My money to double
And my last album was only in fourteen stores
(Damn)
Now, I put the heat before the chorus
I got heat to spare
Better call Smokey the Bear if
You wanna keep your forests
Squeeze and send niggas to the nurse
You 'bout to meet the lords
We gon' take y'all deeper to Allah
Send a reaper force
On the street, on the street on the street
Ugh
Crack in the pot
(Pot) , Glock on the waist (Waist)
Smokers in the peephole
Welcome to the East Coast
This is where the heat go (Uh, huh)
This is where the young'un's stay strapped
Serve crack to the people
Had to spray 'em, break out, like the measles
Hit The Bay
Got with Jacka 'cause he pray like I pray
Far as bangin', we are active
Tryna take over your atlas
We consistent with the rap and
Serve slap to the people, hey
CHIPS is right behind me try
And let us live today
Just cause I'm with Free don't
Mean we givin' shit away
Forced to be a gangster you should
Pray it never gets that way
Make Salat so much
Prostration burns on our face
So, when Allah return
The burn'll turn into a light
Guide us through the dark while
The pagans lose they mind
So if you wan' survive
We the guys you should get behind (Uh, huh)
Keep the ranks tight
Like the lines formed in Jumah
I'm my mom's only
My dad's favorite my close homies (Ugh)
Turned on me for no reason they such traitors
(Damn) but that's fine (That's fine)
I learned from my mistakes
These are the breaks
They'll never catch me slippin' next time
I tote the nine because I read Qur'ān
I see the signs
I'ma send it straight from the dunyā
How could I be divine?
Don't get it twisted I'm a repenter, too
Unlimited bars
Extended clips when I'm in the booth
Allah, I think about You every day
Pray You keep my family safe
They ain't ask to be here they
Shouldn't pay for my mistakes
Named my first daughter Husseina
Then conscience came
Caught up here 'cause I was a dreamer
Fell off my dīn certain sūrahs
I can't remember You took away
I need the knowledge back hope
You never turn away
No matter how much I smoke
The pain won't burn away
Drop the jewels in the booth
So they'll learn the way
Too busy chasin' these broads
(Ugh) , fly sports cars (Uh, huh)
When I should be studyin'
Hundred and fourteen Surahs
But my family strugglin' I need
My money to double
And my last album was only in fourteen stores
(Damn)
Now, I put the heat before the chorus
I got heat to spare
Better call Smokey the Bear if
You wanna keep your forests
Squeeze and send niggas to the nurse
You 'bout to meet the lords
We gon' take y'all deeper to Allah
Send a reaper force