Freeway - Society Hill lyrics

[Freeway] Society Hill in this mother f**a Young Roc-A-Fella, North Philly in South Philly in, West Philly in Free fill em in [Chorus - Freeway] Now if you down with street n***as n***a (Thats that sh**!) And you run with weight holders homie (Thats that sh**!) Now if you down with street n***as And you run with weight holders And you tryin to eat come to Society Hill! Now if you down with street b**hes b**hes (Thats that sh**!) And you run with work holders hunnie (Thats that sh**!) Now if you down with street b**hes And you run with work holders And you tryin to eat come to Society Hill! [Verse 1 - Tommy] A'yo I do this for my criminal mind Street mind rhyme n***as Jewels to blind All cops y'all stop weed, cop k**ers All day, gun play, every mother f**in way bullets sway .45's, four nines, four at a time Forty ways to spit my muther f**in rhymes One of a kind, f** what you heard I'm swervin off the curb Since Wally was kick them birds Now after midnight, yeah thats that sh** I hustle for my cash and I rap for the f** of it Ride until the gas low Shoot one out the ma** yo I'm the mother f**in young Fidel Castro So um spread the news Pa** the guns and move I come in twos I'm buyin out bars and booze Are you scared? I ain't scared I was born to lose I hit you wit some sh** take you outta your shoes [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Tommy] Yo this for my Vacant Lot n***as My Saint Lunatics My bad country b**hes in Memphis who love to s** this dick Me and my n***as in the East coast f** West coast weed, sour dough green Gang homies call me padre I get my prize the hard way, Richard Allen mob way You can say I get my sh** the god way Six hundred Dre way, every day all day Tommy bu*ters like eighty eight money money But he kept goin like the Energizer Bunny Mad n***as done took hits from me Took beats from me but you can't take the streets from me I'm from your block and you still don't love me Still wanna k** me, still wanna slug me Me and Bank gotta still run this company Keep n***as bleedin like women on they monthly [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Freeway] That sh** you heard ain't do me justice Got a d**h wish The sh** I pack put wholes through your Lexus Got a tek clip, respect it The turnpike bully, earn strikes move yay Through your turnpike early, all night all day No way would you catch me with my guard down and my feet up n***a I'm vest down and my heat up, expect it! Me and Hill, wreckless, North Philly dons Still drop bombs after the bomb We still flame at after the plane crash My name last after I'm gone Used to pack ish tracks no ad libs Move wax, count stacks when I'm gone Try to touch mine, snatch kids, dawg the fact is I dump quicker than any gun spitter Or any n***a thats tryin to bust they gat because my guns quicker Its the Roc n***as, and I rock n***as Its the Roc b**hes, and I got b**hes [Chorus]