It`s Not Right Lyrics

It`s Not Right lyrics

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[Freeway] 



Do even asked me the reason...







[Freeway] 



Yeah I know,you hear freeway everywhere you go



before rap you see freeway everywhere you at



you can bounce, he move yayo heavy with the crack



now I'm in there like Prego with the ROC



thick like labels with mack



now I do doughnuts on the cops,keep cradles of stacks



and you now when you hot when niggas 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



fuck 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 sex



same nigga you told can't stop hustlin' won't eat,uhhn!







[Chorus 2x:Omilio Sparks]



Tell me how we know,



this we lead will 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 got to 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



buttered up, it wasn't right



I'm up in there my slim's on button 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







[Chorus 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



niggas like my nigga Mark eatin' space packs



ya'll niggas want R.I.P but I'm CEO



I remember I use to see CC



cop, cook, and collect 



my nigga 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 remaniss at night this can't be us this



can't be right







[Chorus 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 K, 



watchin' a tear roll off her face 



but mom is hurting no more



 



[Chorus 2x]