Freeway, Nelly - On My Own lyrics

Um uh um uh here we go now

It's because I'm out on my own, now
Would you believe I'm out here alone, now
Ya'll really need to watch ya'll tone
You see the chrome before I blast it for ya
Imma blast it for ya

It's Freeway, all by myself
I'm in da place all on my own
In da club wit the chrome
While ya'll nigga's gotta leave it at home
Ya'll haters better leave it alone
Before you meet wit ya DEATH back up off me
Put ya keys in the ig-nition
Start the rolling gap, scrap, before I clap
Bang out like a western
Found out where you live at
Pay ya spot a visit listen
Free too frosty, back up off me
Before you get buried carry the Ruger
Extra rounds to get the clowns up of me
Ya'll chumps scary, You act
Like losers, check, check
State Prop in ya neighborhood
Roc in ya spot, spot roc when you let us in
Free got things locked in ya neighborhood
Rocks on ya block
Free serve fiends they medicine

It's because I'm out on my own, now
Would you believe I'm out here alone, now
Ya'll really need to watch ya'll tone
You see the chrome before I blast it for ya
Imma blast it for ya

Roof less like a shot from a cannon
Free is in affect and will stayin datein
Yall, baby momas should have warned you
Cause they seen it on the bed
When she came over the crib
Now they don't really wanna get the k involed
Cause we are gonna put this thang to ya head
The whole click pull chicks don't brag
Tell em freeway sad if it ain't bout head
Go head, you think it's bout change go change
Put on ya shit (uh huh) , hop in a cab (yeah)
Meanwhile free stuck in a lab
Earning my grip, youngin's huggin' the strip
Freeway move rhymes like dimes
Move hit's like nicks
On ya mind like all the time
On ya station like heavy rotation
Used to be on my grind like on the line

It's because I'm out on my own, now
Would you believe I'm out here alone, now
Ya'll really need to watch ya'll tone
You see the chrome before I blast it for ya
Imma blast it for ya

Bee Bop at the Roc we don't stop
Boom Boom Tang my gang we move thangs
And I put up the Range
The hoopty flow through ya block
Ice cover my watch ya eyes stuck on the chain
What you thought it's the Roc
Wit my people from St lou
Jack Frost, Jack Frost
Up in the bang-o, the wrist froze grip O's
Roc-a-Fella pitbull snatch every bitch
On ya block
Yall prick need to back up off me
Keep ya distance, cause my smithin on service
What's ya order? Slugs on the menu
Shut the shop down on purpose, work this
Four-fifth like I'm runnin' for prez
I peel lead have you runnin' from shots
Go tell ya block ya block start wit the kid
Kid kidnap ya pops

It's because I'm out on my own, now
Would you believe I'm out here alone, now
Ya'll really need to watch ya'll tone
You see the chrome before I blast it for ya
Imma blast it for ya

Shit back up off me
Keep ya distance, cause my smithin on service
What's ya order? Slugs on the menu
Shut the shop down on purpose, work this
Ho, and another one
Ho, and another one, ho and another one