Freeway - I Can Hear Sweat lyrics

[Produced by Girl Talk] [Verse 1: Freeway] Three n***as, two nines apiece We just tryna eat So we fry the beef We are the streets My n***a young and from there He there, Coco, beware We will junk yard dog on your beats Trap n***as make rap n***as call police Sweep the ratchet make Al Sharpton call for peace Even Funk Flex said it "Free you are a beast" We wilin' in these streets 'til the day that Sig's released Young Freezer the block leader The rap star that pop heaters The bearded lot is here to lock the rap game Some say I am not sane Those that know me say "Freezer you have not changed Even though you switched from getting block change, you still G" Trap star Freezer Squeeze off ninas Was hustling you was reading books 'bout Tom Sawyer Nickel nine for your trouble If you try to interrupt us while we hustle you will leave here a bleeder Short señorita Not faithful, she's a cheater Part-time wife, part-time dick eater n***as tryna creep Run up on my Jeep We don't only sing it We bring it where you sleep [Hook] I can hear sweat (x10) Trickling down your cheek I can hear sweat (x10) Trickling down your cheek [Verse 2: Jadakiss] Sweat trickling down your cheek is a sign of fear Symbolizing your time is near Yeah, especially when the toasters is right here The objects in the mirror are closer than they appear He don't even know that they peeping him through the scope So scared you can see his heart beating right through his coat Do him dirty and put a .30-30 right through his throat Send the footage to Diddy let him premiere it on Revolt Coming out of the sky, aerial a**ault I recommend you keep some pallbearers on call Kingpins usually get a mural on the wall Regular n***as get a couple candles and that's all They're similar, compare it If the shoe fits, wear it Money in the bank, dice game tryna air it One clip, two n***as want it, let 'em share it All you n***as is sweating, I can see it, I can hear it [Hook] [Verse 3: Freeway] All eyes on me Yeah n***a, all eyes on me Yeah n***a, all eyes on me All eyes on me Today I push the Beamer 750 but I used to want the GS3, want the GS3 Yeah, I spit the gift like St. Nick, add Nicholas like EST Shout out to EST Them n***as want to spray me Can't fade me, can't play me like the PS3 (PS3) f**boys ready to die, if you ain't bout that life then let us be Little n***a better let us be Think I'm bluffing but I got an appetite for destruction Motherf**ers better let us eat, better let us eat Vegetarian, I get to the lettuce They never jam so I pick the berettas Back in '98 I had to stick the connect up For the simple fact you wouldn't let us re Remember the time I was gone 'til November? The cops had us locked, they wouldn't let us free I remember when the people wouldn't let us see Now the people won't let us breathe, won't let us breathe I remember when the people wouldn't let us come Now the people won't let us leave We riders, and every time they think that they doubt us We got another trick up our sleeve [Outro] We got the streets on lock down We got the streets on lock down We got the streets on lock I think they love me like Pac now I think they love me like Pac now I think they love me like Pac All eyes on me