Freeway - It's Not Right lyrics

[Freeway] Don't even asked me the reason... [Freeway] Yeah I know,you hear Freeway everywhere you go Before rap you seen Freeway everywhere you at You can vouch, he move yayo heavy with the crack Now I'm in there like Prego with the ROC Thick like legos with mack Now I do doughnuts on the cops,keep cradles of stacks And you now when you hot when n***as hate on ya' tracks And you know when you shot when bullets come out ya' back For words coming out your mouth watch the way you rat Cause'I'm from the streets and you will hate the way I act With a SK, Nine, or a Dillinger pick the heat Mad cause' I lounge in a 8 Cylinder pick a beat f** it up, holla at Julio get it checked My squad do circles like Hula-hoops with ya' freaks Send her home after giving us neck, you can't sleep Wonder why ya' girlfriend not giving you s** Same n***a you told can't stop hustlin' won't eat,uhhn! [Hook 2x:Omilio Sparks] Tell me how we know This life we leading take us places that we don't wanna go Now I really wanna change,but I'm chasing change Trying to ease the pain, shelter for the rain I don't wanna hurt no more [Omilio] Yo, since a buck I been a knuckle-head Half of the stuff you said, went in one and out the other ear You break ya' neck for what I asked for Pops wasn't around one of the reasons why I'm hustlin' now One of the reasons why you strugglin' now Wit' three one your own, workin' the night shift and leavin' us home It's cool mom, I just couldn't finish school mom Cause' of rappin' cause' of that you 'bout to move mom Boy make moves mom, soon mom, trying to get us away From them nosey neighbors and the boys in blue mom But I remember them times, no food in the crib Nobody taking timeout schoolin' the kids In school with the kids they got they Timb's on bu*tered up (it wasn't right) I'm up in there my slim's on bu*ton up (it's alright) But they ain't never clown me, they see pain up in me I had a little Sugar Shane up in me [Hook 2x] [Beanie Sigel] Why that cat gotta be pushin' them Bently's Back to back like that , cause' god meant me You little dirty punks ain't ready for the boy Load four thiry chunks and eatin' seventy more What makes you say that is it cause I'm laid back Spinnin' through them wheels of fortune like Sajak Pump your brakes scrap, I only spit it for ya'll n***as like my n***a Mark eatin' space packs Ya'll n***as want R.I.P but I'm CEO I remember I use to see CCC Cop, cook, and collect My n***a Kyle use to cook it the best But for you crooked cops I got a 40 cal that'll cook up Ya' chest, parolized my man, slimmed his legs and Parolized his chance, I know Allah got plans But still I reminisce at night this can't be us this Can't be right [Hook 2x] [Omilio] It's funny me chasing change Made my whole life change, got me a range Slammed in the bing, freedom snatched away Hug my momma from a cage Watchin' a tear roll off her face But mom is hurting no more [Hook 2x]