is freedom bound. Got my bag of many frowns and I'm takin' it on uptown. Big city lights Funkier nights Happier days Goin' my way It should be right But
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freedom bound. Got my bag of many frowns and I'm takin' it on uptown. Big city lights Funkier nights Happier days Goin' my way It should be right But
hot for me, so get on, girl Come on, come on, come on, come on I'm hot for you, you're hot for me So get on, I wanna get it on with you I'm sendin'
dust, because it's It's so ruff, 'cause it's so ruff 'Cause it's so ruff, it's so ruff Me and Erick Sermon takin' a trip uptown In the boat run a blast
can't stop T Squad, you can't stop T Squad Can't stop it, can't stop it Somebody call the cops For us to stop'll take all of they got Uptown and the
flow, nice clothes like, whoa We bag it, then flip it like, whoa Cars we jack it then strip it like, whoa Fully equip it, front to back like, whoa Spittin' on
see if I had bugs and leeches on my phone Can't be too safe 'cause niggaz is two-faced And they show the other side when they catch a new case, it's on It
is freedom bound Got my bag of many frowns and I'm takin' it on uptown Big city lights Funkier nights Happier days Goin' my way It should be right
iron worms Uptown across down, from the boogie with no fake Ghetto to my marrow then ease on back to Crooklyn Hold it, has loot in my timbs and army
m takin my show on the road [Chorus: Royce] You can find me, up in a quiet, town like Ohio, tyin it down (on the road) It's nothin, the pump on the block
butt with large plans Stick up, kids is jumpin' outta played the Dodge Rams to jam You and your man, it's mad drama and Better believe it 'cause it
clue they say baby Would you get with this? Not even maybe It's the mister gravy and shit To explain what's goin' on inside my brain You're scared,
on the mink floors, how does it feel Wood on the console, chrome on the grill When you come down here you know what it is Four on the whips, Southern
see niggas shoot through shit And to all niggas that do it, I love To all my Brooklyn (Niggas) To all my Uptown (You niggas understand?) To all my Bronx (It
even then, I'll be buried with bricks And money filled vaults, seventeen shots and two weeks later I'm in the spot, takin' it light Watchin' the Tyson fight, it
