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
Think Its A Game
Freeway Lyrics
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I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
It was a full moon in the beginnin' of March
The gangsta was born, introduced to sinnin' and spinnin' women
Cats with big hats slammin' Cadillac doors
Who choosin' hoes, you losin' hoes, you niggaz loose witcha hoes
You motherfucker y'all ain't used to no hoes
Niggaz want to lojack, track your bitches, shack your bitches
I pimps up, smack my bitches
You want to fuck trick your bitches
I duck flip my bitches, get that cash with that extra ass bitch
Plus I keep a gat at arm reach
You ain't no hustler youse a car thief, nigga where your car keys
Crack topic, back block it
Thirty-one long black top it, you can't stop it, gat top it
Black Mack, black glock it, blast rocket
Sit your faggot-ass on your back pocket
It's not a game, prick
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Straight gangsta nigga, uhh, uh-huh-uhh-uhh
Straight gangsta nigga, yeah
They call me, Hov' the hustler, dough doubler
Drove customers crazy in the late 80's, early 90's
Now you can find me, girlie behind me, holdin' my mink up
Ice pinkie ring in the air, drinkin' my drink up
Top down, 'dro in the air, blowin' that stink up
It's seldom that I smoke, but it helps my thinker
Makes me a mathematician about my math
Get celebrity ass, I'm a statistician, rap with precision
Nigga, your hoe chose Hov', that's rapid division
Now divide yourself and slide
I, young Vito, voice of the young people
Mouthpiece for hustlers, ventriloquist for jugglers
Took it where few went, made a few cents
Don't call me Hov' no more, call me The Blueprint
Sold dope and sold crack and sold soap and sold rap and
Bought Bentley's, bought 'em back, nigga can you buy that
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Purpose for man, worship Allah, then you die
Purpose of my gun, run in yo' shop and take pies
Purpose of my son, raise him to do the same
Clip blazin' it through your brains
Strip, use it 'til it's burned out
Benz Coupes, Jags and trucks when we roll out
Man it ain't no lie, it's real as this four-five
And real as these five salaats, whether we Deen or not
Our kids gotta eat, red Beamer stops
Where your connects gotta meet, interrupt your cop
Dependin' on the dope size, we slide it from size
With hammers with hollows you feel we follow we're both risin
They killed your cousin you strapped and you won't ride and don't think cause I rap that I won't
Play O-Dog in Menace and drive-by men
Real gangsters keep a bitch in the wheel, workin' the gas tank
Hoes on the strip, bringin' that cash in
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
It's see the young gunner, they call me the boy wonder
Without that caped crusader, that cake is major, uhh
Nickel plate stay with it, except for in school
Metal detectors in school, for every last nickel get moved
Fucked every bad little bitch in the school
Good with math but I skipped it in school
Ankle to shop but I'm sick with them tools
Shit, that's why I'm kicked out of school
Fuck J's by da locker, come and holla, uhh
Out on my own, movin out with the chrome
And can't nobody take me out of that zone, not even A.I.
It ain't even a business, it's just the way I get it consistently, flip it until the day I'm gone
Scream beef any day and it's on
The same Chris dangerous with a eight in my palm
And been paid since the day I was born
But these lames think it's a game 'til them thangs is drawn, uhh
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
In Freeway's song "Think It's A Game," the rapper talks about being a gangsta and the consequences that come with crossing him. He starts off by saying that people often think it's a game until guns are involved and he's prepared to defend himself until someone's brains hang out. Freeway goes on to describe how he was introduced to the gangsta life and how he is experienced in pimping, drug dealing, and carrying a gun. He also takes a shot at those who only steal cars and have no real hustle.
Later in the song, Jay-Z makes a guest appearance and raps about his own experiences in the drug game. He talks about the success he's had and how he's able to buy expensive cars and jewelry. He raps, "I'm a statistician, rap with precision," implying that his skills in the drug game have translated well into the rap game. He also talks about the purpose of his gun and how he's willing to use it if necessary.
Overall, the song is a gritty portrayal of the gangster lifestyle and the consequences that come with it. From the violent imagery to the unapologetic lyrics, "Think It's A Game" is a powerful statement about the harsh realities of inner-city life.
Line by Line Meaning
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
People underestimate the seriousness of the situation until they face the consequences
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
I am willing to fight and cause severe harm until you are defeated
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
You are messing with a dangerous individual
It was a full moon in the beginnin' of March
The story takes place around March when there was a full moon
'Bout the end of Winter '74
Around the end of Winter in 1974
The gangsta was born, introduced to sinnin' and spinnin' women
This is when the person became involved in criminal activities and started interacting with promiscuous women
Cats with big hats slammin' Cadillac doors
Men with flashy clothing and accessories, closing the doors of their expensive cars with force
Who choosin' hoes, you losin' hoes, you niggaz loose witcha hoes
Some men have a tendency to select women poorly, causing them to lose them easily
You motherfucker y'all ain't used to no hoes
You guys are inexperienced and unfamiliar with women
Niggaz want to lojack, track your bitches, shack your bitches
These men want to monitor and control their women's movements and relationships
I pimps up, smack my bitches
I assert my dominance and authority over the women I control
You want to fuck trick your bitches
You aim to deceive and manipulate women for your own pleasure
I duck flip my bitches, get that cash with that extra ass bitch
I skillfully manage and exploit women, using their bodies for financial gain
Plus I keep a gat at arm reach
Additionally, I always have a firearm within easy reach
You ain't no hustler youse a car thief, nigga where your car keys
You are not a skilled and hardworking individual, you are just a thief, so where are your car keys?
Crack topic, back block it
Discussing the sale and distribution of crack cocaine in a specific neighborhood
Thirty-one long black top it, you can't stop it, gat top it
Referring to a particular firearm and asserting that the criminal activities cannot be halted
Black Mack, black glock it, blast rocket
Referring to different types of firearms and using them aggressively
Sit your faggot-ass on your back pocket
Sit down and shut up, addressing someone derogatorily
It's not a game, prick
This is serious, you idiot
Straight gangsta nigga, uhh, uh-huh-uhh-uhh
A real and hardcore individual
They call me, Hov' the hustler, dough doubler
Referring to oneself as a skilled and successful hustler who doubles their money
Drove customers crazy in the late 80's, early 90's
In the late 1980s and early 1990s, I had a significant impact on my customers
Now you can find me, girlie behind me, holdin' my mink up
Nowadays, I am accompanied by attractive women who hold my fur coat
Ice pinkie ring in the air, drinkin' my drink up
I show off my expensive diamond ring and enjoy my drink
Top down, 'dro in the air, blowin' that stink up
With the convertible top down, I am smoking marijuana and spreading the smell around
It's seldom that I smoke, but it helps my thinker
I rarely smoke, but when I do, it enhances my thinking
Makes me a mathematician about my math
It sharpens my financial skills and knowledge
Get celebrity ass, I'm a statistician, rap with precision
I have sexual relations with famous individuals, and I'm skilled at analyzing statistics and rapping with accuracy
Nigga, your hoe chose Hov', that's rapid division
Your girlfriend has selected me, which shows that I am superior to you
Now divide yourself and slide
Separate from your current situation and retreat
I, young Vito, voice of the young people
I am known as young Vito, representing and speaking on behalf of the youth
Mouthpiece for hustlers, ventriloquist for jugglers
I articulate the thoughts and experiences of hustlers and skillfully manipulate situations
Took it where few went, made a few cents
I ventured into uncharted territory and made small amounts of money
Don't call me Hov' no more, call me The Blueprint
Do not refer to me as Hov' anymore, now call me The Blueprint
Sold dope and sold crack and sold soap and sold rap and
I have experience in selling drugs, music, and other products
Bought Bentley's, bought 'em back, nigga can you buy that
I purchased luxury vehicles and then repurchased them, can you do the same?
Purpose for man, worship Allah, then you die
The purpose of a person's life is to worship Allah, and eventually, everyone will pass away
Purpose of my gun, run in yo' shop and take pies
The purpose of my firearm is to rob your store and steal money
Purpose of my son, raise him to do the same
My objective is to raise my son to follow in my criminal footsteps
Clip blazin' it through your brains
Firing my gun rapidly, causing damage to your brain
Strip, use it 'til it's burned out
Strip the gun of its ammunition, continuing to use it until it is completely empty
Benz Coupes, Jags and trucks when we roll out
Driving luxurious vehicles such as Mercedes-Benz coupes, Jaguars, and trucks when we leave a location
Man it ain't no lie, it's real as this four-five
This is not a falsehood, it is as real as my .45 caliber firearm
And real as these five salaats, whether we Deen or not
And it is as real as the five daily prayers, regardless of whether we adhere to the religious teachings or not
Our kids gotta eat, red Beamer stops
Our children need to have food, and we use a red BMW to make quick stops for various purposes
Where your connects gotta meet, interrupt your cop
Where our criminal contacts need to meet, disrupting and interfering with police operations
Dependin' on the dope size, we slide it from size
Depending on the quantity of drugs, we discreetly move them between different locations
With hammers with hollows you feel we follow we're both risin
We carry firearms with hollow-point bullets, and if you sense our presence, it means trouble for both of us
They killed your cousin you strapped and you won't ride and don't think cause I rap that I won't
Your cousin was murdered, and even though you are armed, you refuse to retaliate. Do not assume that just because I am a rapper, I won't
Play O-Dog in Menace and drive-by men
I am willing to act like O-Dog from the film Menace II Society and carry out drive-by shootings
Real gangsters keep a bitch in the wheel, workin' the gas tank
True gangsters have a woman in the driver's seat, managing the operation and handling the illegal activities
Hoes on the strip, bringin' that cash in
Prostitutes working on the street, generating income through their services
It's see the young gunner, they call me the boy wonder
Witness the presence of a young talented individual, often referred to as the young prodigy
Without that caped crusader, that cake is major
Without a superhero-like figure, that money is the main focus
Nickel plate stay with it, except for in school
I always carry a nickel-plated firearm, except when I am in school
Metal detectors in school, for every last nickel get moved
In schools, there are metal detectors to prevent any sort of weapon, even small firearms, from being brought in
Fucked every bad little bitch in the school
Engaged in sexual activities with every attractive woman in the school
Good with math but I skipped it in school
I have a talent for mathematics, but I chose not to attend those classes
Ankle to shop but I'm sick with them tools
I may appear to have a limited skill set, but I am highly skilled in using weapons
Shit, that's why I'm kicked out of school
That's why I was expelled from school
Fuck J's by da locker, come and holla
I am uninterested in academic pursuits, so don't bother looking for me by the lockers
Out on my own, movin out with the chrome
I am independent and carry a gun when I am out on the streets
And can't nobody take me out of that zone, not even A.I.
Nobody can remove me from my state of mind, not even Allen Iverson
It ain't even a business, it's just the way I get it consistently, flip it until the day I'm gone
This is not just a business to me, it's the method I consistently use to make money, flipping it until my last day
Scream beef any day and it's on
If you provoke a conflict, any day is suitable for me to engage in it
The same Chris dangerous with a eight in my palm
I, Chris, am a dangerous individual, armed with an 8mm firearm
And been paid since the day I was born
I have been making money since the day I was born
But these lames think it's a game 'til them thangs is drawn
However, these foolish individuals believe it is all a game until they face the consequences
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: SHAWN CARTER, JAMES EASLEY, DWIGHT GRANT, BERNARD CARLOS PARKER, K. PATRICK, LESLIE PRIDGEN, CHRIS RIES
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
It was a full moon in the beginnin' of March
'Bout the end of Winter '74
The gangsta was born, introduced to sinnin' and spinnin' women
Cats with big hats slammin' Cadillac doors
Who choosin' hoes, you losin' hoes, you niggaz loose witcha hoes
You motherfucker y'all ain't used to no hoes
Niggaz want to lojack, track your bitches, shack your bitches
I pimps up, smack my bitches
You want to fuck trick your bitches
I duck flip my bitches, get that cash with that extra ass bitch
Plus I keep a gat at arm reach
You ain't no hustler youse a car thief, nigga where your car keys
Crack topic, back block it
Thirty-one long black top it, you can't stop it, gat top it
Black Mack, black glock it, blast rocket
Sit your faggot-ass on your back pocket
It's not a game, prick
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Straight gangsta nigga, uhh, uh-huh-uhh-uhh
Straight gangsta nigga, yeah
They call me, Hov' the hustler, dough doubler
Drove customers crazy in the late 80's, early 90's
Now you can find me, girlie behind me, holdin' my mink up
Ice pinkie ring in the air, drinkin' my drink up
Top down, 'dro in the air, blowin' that stink up
It's seldom that I smoke, but it helps my thinker
Makes me a mathematician about my math
Get celebrity ass, I'm a statistician, rap with precision
Nigga, your hoe chose Hov', that's rapid division
Now divide yourself and slide
I, young Vito, voice of the young people
Mouthpiece for hustlers, ventriloquist for jugglers
Took it where few went, made a few cents
Don't call me Hov' no more, call me The Blueprint
Sold dope and sold crack and sold soap and sold rap and
Bought Bentley's, bought 'em back, nigga can you buy that
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Purpose for man, worship Allah, then you die
Purpose of my gun, run in yo' shop and take pies
Purpose of my son, raise him to do the same
Clip blazin' it through your brains
Strip, use it 'til it's burned out
Benz Coupes, Jags and trucks when we roll out
Man it ain't no lie, it's real as this four-five
And real as these five salaats, whether we Deen or not
Our kids gotta eat, red Beamer stops
Where your connects gotta meet, interrupt your cop
Dependin' on the dope size, we slide it from size
With hammers with hollows you feel we follow we're both risin
They killed your cousin you strapped and you won't ride and don't think cause I rap that I won't
Play O-Dog in Menace and drive-by men
Real gangsters keep a bitch in the wheel, workin' the gas tank
Hoes on the strip, bringin' that cash in
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
It's see the young gunner, they call me the boy wonder
Without that caped crusader, that cake is major, uhh
Nickel plate stay with it, except for in school
Metal detectors in school, for every last nickel get moved
Fucked every bad little bitch in the school
Good with math but I skipped it in school
Ankle to shop but I'm sick with them tools
Shit, that's why I'm kicked out of school
Fuck J's by da locker, come and holla, uhh
Out on my own, movin out with the chrome
And can't nobody take me out of that zone, not even A.I.
It ain't even a business, it's just the way I get it consistently, flip it until the day I'm gone
Scream beef any day and it's on
The same Chris dangerous with a eight in my palm
And been paid since the day I was born
But these lames think it's a game 'til them thangs is drawn, uhh
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
@nicolasjones2929
Jay verse in this solidified it for me that he couldn't lose.
@shanebenson1820
Until Ether!!!
@nicolasjones2929
@@shanebenson1820 take over was better
@antoniomitchell1883
@@nicolasjones2929it was not.
@SavageLife84
@@antoniomitchell1883takeover was 1000 times better than ether
@AerialPenn
I shut it down after the first two verses. Jay and Beans should have done a whole album together. Beans is the truth.
@therealqcb8986
Damn me too my G.
@quincyeverette3038
Give beanie his props he killed it
@jacobmeeks9620
I'm talking about straight murdered it
@williamcapone5457
beanie sigel murder this track hands down