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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
Victim Of The Ghetto
Freeway Lyrics
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Down in my area, chk a chk uh.. real shit nigga uh
It's the ROC
Yeah... Free... yea uh feel me.. Pa pause
Yo.. yo
I was born in west but migrated to north
Remember cold nights grindin' AK and a toss
Fiends comin' all night all I heard was four more
Rocks in the cap
When it was jumpin' me and Rell hit dances
You could pick me out the crowd rockin' the cap
But things change
'Cause my man Rell fightin' a body
On state row where it's so cold
Rockin' his blues
I roll with the ROC
Still trynna rock at a show
Shit ain't like 98' niggaz pockets is low
Which way do I go?
Indictments blew over
Man whipped a few shoulders
Shovel nick boulders gettin' it slow
Me, I'm in the studio switchin' the flow
Changin' the styles
My son and daughter need pampers
'Cause they just shittin' them up
And changin' the size
My man Just quipped the Jags
See the change in his eyes
[Chorus:]
And I eat, sleep, buy, sell - drugs
'Cause I'm just another victim of the ghetto
When I rob, steal, lie to get money, bust slugs (shots)
'Cause I'm just another product of the ghetto
[Rell] This is how it goes down in these ghetto streets
[Rell] This is how it goes down in my neighborhood
[Rell] This is how it goes down in these ghetto streets
[Rell] This is how it goes down in my area
My man blingin' platinum wheel, platinum gat
Took a trip down south came back with platinum caps
I'm still trynna write platinum raps
But made a slight change from verse one
Started jugglin' packs
It's like I'm travelin' backwards
Rewindin' the time
Putting four on nine
Must be outta my mind
(uh) nine, get it outta my palm
Just grab four and a half get it outta my trunk
Free we need you at the studio
Out to lunch - out on the block
These niggaz just pulled out on my man
And the only rock I worry bout is right on my face
We bout to go shake, rattle his block (shots) with no plans
Shots fired, cops came
But I'm a grown man
I stick around till my clip is empty
Cops threw me on the ground
When my clip got empty (shots)
Now bars is all I see a thug is all I'll ever be
[Chorus:]
I got, 11 in I was facin' a dub, got nine left
My click show love they write back
My cousin M's son, little Di he's so grown
Said he hold chrome, run blocks, and write raps
Wrote him right back
Told him I control the bones
Try to play the phone
We could rhyme and hold wax
Leave that drug shit alone
Don't forget you grown
It'll put you places where your mind can't get you back from
Little nigga ain't write me back since
Still supply the jail
L. Pridgon you got mail
It's probably all the letters you wrote him
What you mean?
All the fucked up shit you told him
This shit from my cousin Emily I'm quotin' (uh huh)
Right out her letter
Little Di, got popped in the head trynna steal a nigga leather
That's what the cops said but the streets could tell you better
[Chorus:]
The lyrics of Freeway's song "Victim of the Ghetto" depict the difficult life of growing up in the ghetto, filled with crime, drugs, and violence. He talks about his past experiences with drug dealing, robbery, and gun violence that have made him the person he is today. He explains how his surroundings shaped his actions, and he now feels trapped in the cycle of the ghetto. The song is a reflection of the harsh reality of growing up in a deprived area and the choices that people make to survive.
Freeway's lyrics showcase how he has struggled to make a living in the rap industry, facing challenges such as low income, and difficulties in trying to make ends meet. He also discusses the pressure he faces to conform to the image of a typical ghetto rapper. Freeway tries to balance his newfound success with his past troubles while constantly facing the temptation of returning to his old ways. The lyrics of the song are raw, emotional and draw attention to the need to reform the unequal socioeconomic circumstances that exist in the ghetto.
Line by Line Meaning
I was born in west but migrated to north
I was born in the western side of town, but moved to the northern part.
Remember cold nights grindin' AK and a toss
I recall the cold nights when I was hustling drugs with my AK and dice.
Four door for the stick up boys if they want war
I have a four-door car for the gangsters who want to rob me.
Fiends comin' all night all I heard was four more
I hear fiends knocking on my door all night, asking for more drugs.
Rocks in the cap
I used to wear a baseball cap with rocks (diamonds) on it.
When it was jumpin' me and Rell hit dances
When the parties were going on, my friend Rell and I used to go there and dance.
You could pick me out the crowd rockin' the cap
I stood out in the crowd because of the cap I wore.
'Cause my man Rell fightin' a body
My friend Rell is in prison for a murder charge.
On state row where it's so cold
Rell is in prison on state row where it's very cold.
Rockin' his blues
He is wearing blue prison clothes.
Still trynna rock at a show
I am still trying to perform at shows and concerts.
Shit ain't like 98' niggaz pockets is low
Things are not like they were in 1998, people have less money now.
Which way do I go?
I am unsure which path to take in life.
Indictments blew over
Drug-related charges against me were dropped.
Man whipped a few shoulders
My friend beat up a couple of people.
Shovel nick boulders gettin' it slow
I am slowly making money from selling drugs.
Me, I'm in the studio switchin' the flow
I am currently working in the recording studio, experimenting with different styles of rap.
Changin' the styles
I am changing my rap style.
My son and daughter need pampers
I have to buy diapers for my children.
'Cause they just shittin' them up
My children are still in diapers and need to be changed regularly.
And changin' the size
I also have to buy new clothes for my kids as they grow.
My man Just quipped the Jags
My friend, Just, has just purchased a Jaguar car.
See the change in his eyes
I can see the happiness in Just's eyes after buying his new car.
[Chorus:]
The chorus talks about being a victim of the ghetto and doing whatever it takes to survive.
This is how it goes down in these ghetto streets
Rell describes how things are in the ghetto.
My man blingin' platinum wheel, platinum gat
My friend is showing off his platinum wheels and gun.
Took a trip down south came back with platinum caps
My friend went to the south and brought back platinum caps (jewelry).
I'm still trynna write platinum raps
I am still trying to write rap songs that will become popular and successful.
But made a slight change from verse one
I made a slight change in the lyrics of the song compared to the first verse.
Started jugglin' packs
I started selling drugs again.
It's like I'm travelin' backwards
It feels like I am regressing to my old habits of selling drugs.
Rewindin' the time
It feels like I am going back in time.
Putting four on nine
I am loading my gun with four bullets.
Must be outta my mind
I realize that carrying a gun is dangerous and irrational.
(uh) nine, get it outta my palm
I am getting rid of the bullets in my gun.
Free we need you at the studio
My colleagues need me to come to the recording studio.
Out to lunch - out on the block
I am either out to lunch or on the street selling drugs.
These niggaz just pulled out on my man
Some people just threatened my friend with a gun.
And the only rock I worry bout is right on my face
I am only worried about the diamond on my face (teeth).
We bout to go shake, rattle his block (shots) with no plans
We plan to retaliate against the people who threatened my friend, but without a clear plan.
Shots fired, cops came
We shot at the people who threatened us and the police arrived.
But I'm a grown man
I realize that I need to be responsible for my actions as an adult.
I stick around till my clip is empty
I stay and shoot until I run out of bullets.
Cops threw me on the ground
The police officers tackled me to the ground.
When my clip got empty (shots)
The shooting stopped when I ran out of bullets.
Now bars is all I see a thug is all I'll ever be
I am in jail and my only future seems to be a life of crime.
I got, 11 in I was facin' a dub, got nine left
I had 20 years in prison originally, but only have nine left.
My click show love they write back
My crew supports me and writes back to me in jail.
My cousin M's son, little Di he's so grown
My cousin M's son, Di, has grown up so much.
Said he hold chrome, run blocks, and write raps
Di claims that he carries a gun, runs the streets, and writes rap songs.
Wrote him right back
I replied to Di's letter.
Told him I control the bones
I instructed Di to stay away from drugs.
Try to play the phone
I told Di to communicate with me through the phone instead of getting involved in criminal activities.
We could rhyme and hold wax
I suggested that Di and I could rap together and make music.
Leave that drug shit alone
I warned Di to stay away from drug dealing.
Don't forget you grown
I reminded Di that he is an adult and should act accordingly.
It'll put you places where your mind can't get you back from
Getting involved in drug dealing will lead Di to places he might never go back from.
Little nigga ain't write me back since
I have not received a reply from Di after my warning letter.
Still supply the jail
I am still selling drugs even while in prison.
L. Pridgon you got mail
A fellow inmate, L. Pridgon, received mail.
It's probably all the letters you wrote him
I assume all the letters I wrote to L. Pridgon are the reason he got mail.
All the fucked up shit you told him
I realize that some of the things I wrote to L. Pridgon might have been harmful.
This shit from my cousin Emily I'm quotin' (uh huh)
I am quoting something my cousin Emily wrote to me.
Right out her letter
The following words are from Emily's letter.
Little Di, got popped in the head trynna steal a nigga leather
Di got shot in the head while trying to steal a man's leather jacket.
That's what the cops said but the streets could tell you better
The police told me the story, but the people in the streets probably have a more accurate version of what happened.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: LESLIE PRIDGEN, YVETTE DAVIS, ROOSEVELT III HARRELL
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