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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!
Freeway's "All My Life" is a rap song focusing on the rappers' tough nature and street life. The verses seem to draw inspirations from Freeway and his team's experiences in times of danger and crisis which they constantly navigate through on a daily basis. Freeway boasts about his credibility early on in the song, saying, 'Real niggas stand up,' and then proceeds to deliver some of the most entertaining yet impressive rap verses. He discusses the difficulties and dangers that come with being a Philadelphia native and the hard work that led him to the top of the hip hop scene. Freeway's rhyming style emphasizes vivid imageries such as 'Duck cops, send shots at idiots,' and 'I got a town and they want it tonight, you got pounds, well they one of the Knicks, cross Free better be strapped.'
In the chorus, Freeway emphasizes the central theme of the song, which is chasing money, enjoying life, and taking risks to get what one wants. His chorus lyrics, 'All my life I'm gonna be, lovin' dough, chasin' hoes, smokin' 'dro, yeah yeah yeah' express a strong desire to enjoy life, doing what he loves, with no regrets. The phrase 'go back to Cali' at the beginning of the song is a reference to the famous song 'Going Back to Cali' by LL Cool J, which is famous in the hip hop world. The song already had another famous reference point– Tupac's "Going Back to Cali."
Line by Line Meaning
From Cali to Philly, Philly to Cali
I travel coast to coast to do my business
I deliver the order, haulin' a milli
I transport large amounts of drugs
Why'all niggas silly, I really don't want no problems
I don't want trouble with anyone
It's North Philly hot, really hot
There is a lot of crime in North Philly
Duck cops, send shots at idiots, really I
I avoid the police and shoot at rival gang members
Got the mack milli I wet your squadron up
I have a machine gun and can take out your entire group
Oh! He don't feel me why'all
People don't understand me
Nate go get the gats, we shootin' up they videos
We are going to shoot music videos with guns
Ain't makin' a dollar, when my shit drop, it's the Roc, holler
I may not be rich now, but when my album comes out under Roc-A-Fella Records, people will take notice
Shoot you from toe to collar, watch you holler, pop my collar
I will shoot you all over and bask in my victory
Bink controllin' the track, Free and Nate controllin' the flow, why'all cats need to fall back
Our team has everything under control and other rappers need to step aside
At your boy if you want to get rich, I got a town and they want it tonight, you got pounds
Contact me if you want to make money - I have a town (market) that wants my drugs
Well they one of the Knicks, cross Free better be strapped, the rest of your life
If you mess with me, have a gun on you for the rest of your life
All my life I'm... Lovin' dough, chasin' hoes Smokin' 'dro, yeah yeah yeah
Throughout my life, I will prioritize making money, chasing women, and smoking marijuana
All my days I'm... Ridin' strapped, back and forth East to west, watch your back
Every day, I will carry a gun and travel coast to coast
And I'm going going back back To Cali Cali, is we strapped? Yes!
I am going back to California, and yes, I am carrying a gun
Private jet, gat in the vest, packed with the (?)
I am flying privately and have a gun in my vest along with other personal belongings
Hit Nate soon as I land, hop in the van Everything calm and cool, gat by the croch
As soon as I land, I will meet up with Nate and we will calmly and discreetly drive around with our guns hidden
Travel with the tool, it's just a part the plans And I'm from the Eastside, that's how we ride
I always carry a gun and this is just part of the lifestyle
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
I will murder your partner and this is all part of Roc-A-Fella Records' dangerous image
Chicks scandalous, it's just a part of the plans I smash, photograph it, send 'em home to they man
Women are part of the plan and I will have sex with them, take pictures, and send them to their partners
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
I am more than a rapper and women will be drawn to me. They will think they can handle me, but they are wrong. I will dominate them and destroy your crew
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
I am coming back to Philly and will smoke 30 blunts as soon as I arrive. I will also shoot guns while going to Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles
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
Call your friend and stick to the plan. I will sleep with your friend's girlfriend and then pass her off to Cam'ron. If I am feeling sexually aroused, I will 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
I rap about killing and will take out anyone who crosses me. In California, I will only wear State Property clothing because there are a lot of criminals there
Get took straight from the club to the spittle For shizzle, why'all gon' have to call the cops in here
If you mess with me, you will end up in the hospital. You may even have to call the police
Shots in your backside, never bust in the air, yeaaah
I will shoot you in the back and will never fire my gun into the air
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: CURTIS MAYFIELD, DWAYNE CARTER, WILL ADAMS, JONATHAN EARL LEWIS, ANDRE LYON, MARCELLO ANTONIO VALENZANO
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