There is more than one artist with the name Freeway:

The first is: Read Full Bio ↴There is more than one artist with the name Freeway:

The first is:

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.

The second is:

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.

The third is:

3. A 3-piece blues rock band from Australia

Early In The Game
Freeway Lyrics

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[Intro - Freeway]
Uh oh! Uh oh! Another one!
Uh oh! Uh oh! Another one!
Make Free and I'll fuck you up, you up!

[Verse 1 - Freeway]
I'm with the NAAM Brigade so warn your boys
you better, arm your boys

I snatch don't go and get paid
I crack eggos, break gats down like Legos
Bring 'em home for toys
Mami bitch roll on my woods
If you can't roll through the hood
Play like Snoop Dogg and lay low
Go peep Rambo, on five-eight
and them two door eight-five-o like its nine tray
My dough, my flow heavyweight
hit stages, rock mics pull dykes
Every state--wait, can't forget where I'm from
Dump narcotics, grip nines rock Nikes
Everyday me and Sonny Black roll with the K
Flip ya Cadillac, bloody you lay (what the beat say?)
Another one (bites the dust)
Don't make Freeway fuck you up!
Shoot up your way!

[Chorus: Sonny Black + Freeway]
[Sonny Black] We got the streets on smash
Clubs on smash; chicks we gon' smash (early in the game)
[Freeway] And we got flows, who want drama?
We got gats leave bullet holes in cats
[Sonny Black] We got the charts on smash
and yo' click trashed; act up and get smashed (early in the game)
[Freeway] And we got hoes, who's your sister?
We got caps leave chickens with pecks

[Verse 2 - Meek Millz]
Chicks the ing bars to minimum
Niggas see me start trembelin
Head shots I'm sendin them
Serve niggas like Wimbeldon
I'm thug got you feminene
I tuck more shit than Eminem
Blaze baretta bullets I like beats from Timbaland
Niggas see me say that's him again
He all about them benjamins
Tried to change my ways but God know I'm gon' sin again
Smokin drinkin gin again
Bad bitches, got ten of them
Cop two trucks got ten in them
Cop coke off Dominican
Blaze my mac 10 again
Hot lead I put it into them
Blood rush my adrenaline
Ain't tryin to see the bin again
Killin all why'all men and them
To hell is where I'm sendin them
Caskets is what I'm endin them
Forever they gon' live in them
Any nigga that's scared of em
or any fuckin friend of them
I send your ass to visit him
Dressed in that suit and lizards skins
Now look at all this shit you in
You know you wadn't fit to win
M-Dot, who hot?
You know I come to get it in

[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Sonny Black]
If that block used to get paper
Then throw that work on it
broadly your flow ain't shit
You need to work on it
Fat asses hit em hard from the back
It hurt don't it?
And that nigga got what in the stash?
Went right on it
Playa that money talk
Gats'll make 'em sumersault, like gymnastics
When the mac spit, you'll lay in caskets
why'all only hot for a minute
We makin classics, got mad clips
and we get through metal detectors, gats is plastic
I'm a thug, raised around drugs and niggas who ain't never have shit
Wherever the clubs at, my homies gon' crash it
1:45 roll in with somethin early
that go in smashin 'em
We don't keep hammers for nothin
We gon' be blastin 'em
You know that slogan
"True playa from the Himilyah"
Hit her for years and I never had to spend or pay her
Names is ringin, niggas is singin
Waist line on the wrist playa, it can change the season

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Early in the Game" by Freeway featuring Sonny Black and Meek Millz, convey the artists' rough and tough personalities. Starting with the intro, it showcases the energy and aggression that comes across in the entire song. The verses talk about the artists' abilities to handle their enemies, "arm your boys" and "shoot up your way," with their gang tactics; even the chorus of the song talks about their power and influence on the streets, clubs, charts and the girls they attract. Each artist expresses their prowess in the verses by talking about their experiences with women, drugs, money and guns. Meek Millz's verse comes off as particularly violent and dangerous, with lines like "I send your -ss to visit him" and "Killin all why'all men and them" that might make some listeners uncomfortable.

Overall, the lyrics are raw, unapologetic and very much representative of the hip-hop genre's violent and masculine culture. The song's beat and the aggressive flow of the artist's lyrics make it a popular choice for working out, partying or just any time when one needs a boost of energy.

Line by Line Meaning

I'm with the NAAM Brigade so warn your boys you better, arm your boys
I belong to the NAAM Brigade, so tell your friends to beware and that they should come prepared.

I snatch don't go and get paid
I steal from those who won't pay.

I crack eggos, break gats down like Legos
I easily break down guns like they are toys.

On five-eight and them two door eight-five-o like its nine tray
I drive a nice car and feel like I'm in the past, living life in '93.

My dough, my flow heavyweight hit stages rock mics pull dykes every state-wait, can't forget where I'm from
I have a lot of money and my music is popular, but I can't forget my roots.

Dump narcotics, grip nines rock Nikes everyday me and Sonny Black roll with the K
I sell drugs, carry guns, and wear Nike shoes, and my friend Sonny Black and I are together every day.

Flip ya Cadillac, bloody you lay (what the beat say?) Another one (bites the dust)
I'll flip your car and leave you bloody. Just look at the beat, another victim is gone.

Don't make Freeway fuck you up! Shoot up your way!
Don't mess with me, or I'll shoot my way out of it.

We got the streets on smash Clubs on smash; chicks we gon' smash (early in the game)
We have dominance on the streets and in the clubs, and we're going to hook up with some girls early on.

And we got flows, who want drama? We got gats leave bullet holes in cats
We have skillful rap talents and guns that will leave bullet holes in anyone who brings drama.

We got the charts on smash and yo' click trashed; act up and get smashed (early in the game)
We scored big on the charts and your crew is already beat. If you start trouble, we'll destroy you early on.

And we got hoes, who's your sister? We got caps leave chickens with pecks
We attract women, including your sister. And we have guns that will leave a chicken with a damage-billed face.

Chicks the ing bars to minimum Niggas see me start trembelin
I make other rappers' rhymes sound bad, and people get scared when they see me.

Serve niggas like Wimbeldon I'm thug got you feminene
I dominate in a style similar to Wimbledon, and I'm tough while making others seem feminine.

I tuck more shit than Eminem Blaze baretta bullets I like beats from Timbaland
I carry more weapons than Eminem and prefer beats by Timbaland. I also shoot bullets from a Beretta gun.

Ain't tryin to see the bin again Killin all why'all men and them To hell is where I'm sendin them Caskets is what I'm endin them
I don't want to go back to jail, so I'm killing all of your friends and sending them to hell in a casket.

If that block used to get paper Then throw that work on it
If a place used to have drug deals, then continue to do business on that same block.

Fat asses hit em hard from the back It hurt don't it?
I enjoy hitting fat-assed women from behind and watching them moan in pain.

You know that slogan "True playa from the Himilyah" Hit her for years and I never had to spend or pay her
You know the saying, "A true player from the Himalayas." I've been with the same woman for years and never once had to pay her.

Names is ringin, niggas is singin Waist line on the wrist playa, it can change the season
My name is famous, and people are praising me. I wear expensive watches that can change the season for my style.

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., Royalty Network, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: DANA L. ANDERSON, LESLIE PRIDGEN, RAMIQUE WALTON, TERRANCE LOVELACE, DANA ANDERSON, LESILIE PRIDGEN

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