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1. Leslie Edward Pridgen (born March 24, 1977), better known by his stage name Freeway, is an American rapper. Freeway a.k.a. Philly Freeway began rapping while in high school. He later met fellow rapper Beanie Sigel, who would be signed to Roc-A-Fella and later help Freeway get a contract with the record label. Freeway became one of the label's most visible artists after making his first appearance on The Dynasty: Roc La Familia in 2000 and appearing on several other Roc releases before putting out his solo album, Philadelphia Freeway.
The album was produced primarily by Roc-A-Fella-affiliated artists--Just Blaze, Bink!, Kanye West--and featured mostly Roc-A-Fella rappers as well, many of them from State Property: a Philadelphia-based bunch of Roc members that Freeway and Beanie Sigel had compiled into a group. The album's biggest hit was What We Do, produced by Just Blaze and featuring Jay-Z & Beanie Sigel.
After relations between Beanie Sigel and State Property soured, whether he and Freeway are still friends is unclear. Though Beanie had said he didn't know if he'd work with State Property again, he was present at Jay-Z's I Declare War concert alongside Freeway.
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2. Freeway are a classic British rock covers band based in York. A five piece playing primarily twin guitar rock music from the classic rock era of the 70s and 80s.
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3. A 3-piece blues rock band from Australia
All My Life )
Freeway Lyrics
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Real niggas stand up, uh
Whoo!
Jeah, uh, uh, yo
From Cali to Philly, Philly to Cali
I deliver the order, haulin' a milli
Why'all niggas silly, I really don't want no problems
Duck cops, send shots at idiots, really I
Got the mack milli I wet your squadron up
Oh! He don't feel me why'all
Nate go get the gats, we shootin' up they videos
Really why'all, ain't makin' a dollar
When my shit drop, it's the Roc, holler
Shoot you from toe to collar, watch you holler, pop my collar
Holler! Bink controllin' the track
Free and Nate controllin' the flow, why'all cats need to fall back
Holler! at your boy if you want to get rich
I got a town and they want it tonight, you got pounds
Well they one of the Knicks, cross Free better be strapped
The rest of your life
[Chorus:]
All my life I'm. . .
I'm gonna be
Lovin' dough, chasin' hoes
Smokin' 'dro, yeah yeah yeah
All my days I'm. . .
I'm gonna be
Ridin' strapped, back and forth
East to west, watch your back
And I'm going going back back
To Cali Cali, is we strapped? Yes!
Private jet, gat in the vest, packed with the (?)
Hit Nate soon as I land, hop in the van
Everything calm and cool, gat by the croch
Travel with the tool, it's just a part the plans
And I'm from the Eastside, that's how we ride
I let Mister Sig Sawyer sing a song to your man
Yeaaah, it's the worlds most dangerous
Clique, the Roc, we get neck in Los Angeles
Chicks scandalous, it's just a part of the plans
I smash, photograph it, send 'em home to they man
At last, I'm more than a rap star, she bit off
More than she can chew, she's one of the fans
She said she know how we do, I swallow your crew
Break a playa off then then get a (?) for his man, yeaaah
[Chorus:]
Tell Philly Phil Free comin' to town
And we can blaze thirty L's once I get off the plane
And go shoot past Roscoe's for chicken and waffles
You act tough, hollows will stop at your mainframe
Hit up your main man, stick to the game plan
Your main man chick want to come home with me like Cam
Get done with her, pass her to Cam
If I want to squirt her, take her to Fatburger
Spit murder, cross the clique, get murdered
Out in Cali wearin' any color, State Prop, stick to my brand
It ain't nothin' but crooks in here
(Whoop! Whoop!) Freewizzle, big Nate Dizzle
(Whoop! Whoop!) Get took straight from the club to the spittle
For shizzle, why'all gon' have to call the cops in here
And Nate from the westside, that's how they ride
Shots in your backside, never bust in the air, yeaaah
[Chorus Repeat 2X]
Whoo!
Uh, holla!
State Prop Chain Gang!
Why'all niggas know what it is
Whoo!
Back and forth, east to west
Whoo!
Freeway is in the house, is in the house, uh!
Young Gunnas in the building! Holla!
Why'all bitch ass niggas
Put your mouth on a pistol
Put your mouth on a motherfuckin' pistol! Holla!
Matter of fact, spray nigga
Jeah!
Jeah, it's the Roc!
Uh!
The lyrics to Freeway's song "All My Life" talk about the rapper's rough upbringing and his journey as a rapper from his hometown of Philadelphia to the West Coast. In the first verse, he talks about the dangers of his hometown and how he's always prepared to defend himself. He mentions how he's a part of Roc-A-Fella Records, and when his music drops, everyone should take notice. He's not afraid to shoot up anyone's videos who tries to stop him.
In the second verse, he describes how he's going back to California on a private jet with a weapon in his vest. He's not only there to perform music, but also to take down anyone who tries to challenge him. He talks about the women he's with and how they're just a part of his plan. Finally, in the last verse, he tells everyone in California to watch out because he's bringing his team, the State Prop Chain Gang, with him, and they're not afraid to hurt anyone who tries to mess with them.
The song showcases the bravado and confidence that Freeway has as a rapper from Philadelphia. He's not only there to make great music, but he's also there to make sure his voice is heard and respected. Overall, "All My Life" is a lyrical showcase of Freeway's journey as a rapper and his willingness to defend himself and his team.
Line by Line Meaning
From Cali to Philly, Philly to Cali
I deliver the order, haulin' a milli
I transport illegal drugs from California to my hometown Philadelphia to make millions of dollars.
Why'all niggas silly, I really don't want no problems
It's North Philly hot, really hot
Duck cops, send shots at idiots, really I
I don't want any trouble, but the violent North Philly streets force me to shoot at stupid people to avoid getting arrested by the police.
Got the mack milli I wet your squadron up
Oh! He don't feel me why'all
Nate go get the gats, we shootin' up they videos
I possess a firearm capable of killing a group of people, and I'm not afraid to use it to intimidate others, including rappers whom we target in their music videos.
Shoot you from toe to collar, watch you holler, pop my collar
Holler! Bink controllin' the track
I pride myself in shooting my enemies all over their body and witnessing their cries of agony. I also like to show off my confidence and style while Bink provides the beats for my songs.
Free and Nate controllin' the flow, why'all cats need to fall back
Holler! at your boy if you want to get rich
I got a town and they want it tonight, you got pounds
My friend Nate and I are dominating the rap game, and we advise other less successful rappers to step aside if they want to avoid getting crushed. I have an abundance of drugs to sell, and my customers are eagerly waiting for their delivery tonight.
And I'm going going back back
To Cali Cali, is we strapped? Yes!
Private jet, gat in the vest, packed with the (?)
I'm travelling back to California with a gun hidden in my vest on a private jet, carrying something illegal or valuable, but the exact nature is unclear.
Hit Nate soon as I land, hop in the van
Everything calm and cool, gat by the croch
Travel with the tool, it's just a part the plans
As soon as I arrive in California, I meet up with Nate to ride in our van and keep a low profile like nothing is out of the ordinary. However, I always carry a gun with me as a precautionary measure.
Tell Philly Phil Free comin' to town
And we can blaze thirty L's once I get off the plane
And go shoot past Roscoe's for chicken and waffles
My arrival in Philadelphia is announced, and I plan to smoke thirty blunts with my friends and then go to Roscoe's for some late-night fried food.
Out in Cali wearin' any color, State Prop, stick to my brand
It ain't nothin' but crooks in here
(Whoop! Whoop!) Freewizzle, big Nate Dizzle
(Whoop! Whoop!) Get took straight from the club to the spittle
I represent State Property and don't follow any particular gang colors while I'm in California. Criminal activity is the norm here, and I'm proud to be associated with my friends Nate and others. We often get arrested and taken to the hospital for injuries sustained in fights or shootings.
For shizzle, why'all gon' have to call the cops in here
And Nate from the westside, that's how they ride
Shots in your backside, never bust in the air, yeaaah
If you have a problem with me, you will have to call the police because I will shoot to kill. Nate is also from a tough neighbourhood in Los Angeles where gunshots to your back are common, and we don't waste bullets by shooting them in the air to intimidate others.
All my life I'm. . .
I'm gonna be
Lovin' dough, chasin' hoes
Smokin' 'dro, yeah yeah yeah
All my days I'm. . .
I'm gonna be
Ridin' strapped, back and forth
East to west, watch your back
Throughout my life, I plan to prioritize making money, having sex with women, and consuming marijuana. I also plan to carry a weapon at all times while travelling between the East and West Coasts to protect myself from potential danger.
Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: CURTIS MAYFIELD, DWAYNE CARTER, WILL ADAMS, JONATHAN EARL LEWIS, ANDRE LYON, MARCELLO ANTONIO VALENZANO
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