: Maybe life is like a ride on a freeway Dodging bullets while you're trying to find your way Everyone's around, but no one does a damn thing It brings
York city Times square sure will be shinin' bright I know it sure looks pretty But I don't go down every night. I'm gonna take in Memphis You know the one
hold up man, this is Nas, hip hop still dead 1980's, I need all my pioneers to set it off on this one right here I asked where they are, here they are
a friend baby) Just when I think you've given up, it's you again. All I can say Farewell my lonely one Nothing else you can deny (so hit the freeway)
street [Beyonce] (Destinys Child) We like dem boys up top from the BK (BK) Know how to flip that money three ways (Three ways) Always ridin' big on the freeway {Freeway
: I was riding in my car one day In the express lane rollin on the freeway And suddenly the phone rings then I Reached down beside me then i look On
up, A-Town down [Freeway] Philly! [Lil' Jon] Yeah! (yeah!!) [Freeway] Yeah! [Lil' Jon] Okay! (okay!!) [Freeway] Okay [Ludacris] Usher, Usher [Freeway
right here) right here (right here) Stuck right here in the middle of this... Traffic jam I haven't moved one inch from this here spot Traffic jam The freeway's one
mirror by the cord, no G by the zip My old lady by my side and my chrome on my hip We hit the freeway, flyin' twenty-one in the front Cheatin' death but
' it up, we say To all my bitches that be givin' it up, ah C'mon Baby, you're such a typical, everyday, one night thing It's a physical, I'ma fuck, you tonight thing
right here) right here (right here) Stuck right here in the middle of this... Traffic Jam I haven't moved one inch from this here spot Traffic Jam The freeway's one
say my music is my best friend my confidant I love the way we live as one together we the perfect bond. Me and my radio doin' 90 on the freeway knowin
informer I am a hustler, I am a gangster We nah informer Bitch nigga, you catch a dead man walking One foot is inside of a grave The other one is in
about to turn up the knob. To High Powered! [Chorus:] [Verse 3:] Bitch nigga you catch a dead man walking. One foot is inside of a grave. The other one
On my neck, on my wrist Everything is blitted up Drinkin' bottles of that Clique till I spit it up Only gettin' one life so u gotta live it up If you in the things
