"On My Own" as written by Antony James Smith and James Theodore Alexander Wood....
Um uh um uh here we go now

[Hook: x 2]
It's because I'm all on my own, now
You can leave him out hear alone, now
Ya'll need to really watch ya'll tone
Now you see the chrome
I'm a blast it for ya I'm a blast it for ya

It's Freeway all by myself
I'm in da place all on my own
In da club wit the chrome
While ya'll nigga's gotta leave it at home

Ya'll haters better leave it alone
Before you meet wit ya DEATH
Back up off me
Put ya keys in the ig-nition

Start the rolling gap, scrap, befoere I calp
Bang out like a western
Found out where you live at
Pay ya spot a visit

Listen
Free to frosty, back up off me
Before you get bury
Carry the mover

Extra rounds to get the clowns up of me
Ya'll act scary, You act like losers, check, check
State Prop in ya neighborhood
Roc in ya spot, spot roc when you let us in

Free got things locked in ya neighborhood
Roc's on ya block, Free servin they medicine

[Hook: x 2]

Roof less like a shot from a cannon
Free is in affect and will stayin datein
Why'all, baby momas should have warned you
'Cause they seen it on the bed

When she came over the crib
Now they don't really want to get the k involed
'Cause we are gonna put this thang to ya head
The whole click pull chicks don't brag

Tell em freeway sad if it ain't bout head
Go head, you think its bout change go change
Put on ya shit(uh-huh), hop in a cab (yeah)
Meanwhile free stuck in a lab

Earning my grip, youngin's huggin' the strip
Freeway move rhymes like dimes move hits like nicks
On ya mind like all the time
On ya station like heavy rotation
Used to be on my grind like on the line

[Hook: x 2]

Bee Bop at the Roc we don't stop
Boom Boom Tang my gang we move thangs
And I put up the Range, the hoopty flow through ya block
Ice cover my watch ya eyes stuck on the change

What you thought its the Roc
Wit my people from St. Lou
Jack Frost, Jack Frost
Up in the bang-o, the wrist froze

Grip O's
Roc-a-Fella pitbull snatch every bitch on ya block
Why'all prick need to back up off me
Keep ya distance, cause my smithin on seveice

What's ya order slugs on the menu
Shut the shop down on purpose, work this
Four-fifth like I'm runin' for prez
I peel lead have you runin' from shots

Go tell ya block ya block start wit the kid
Kid kidnap ya pops

[Hook: x 2]

Shit back up off me
Keep ya distance, cause my smithin on seveice
What's ya order slugs on the menu
Shut the shop down on purpose, work this

Back up off me
Keep ya distance, cause my smithin on seveice
What's ya order slugs on the menu
Shut the shop down on purpose, work this ho

(Repeat till fade)
Ho, and another one
Ho and another one ho and another one


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"On My Own" as written by Celia Faussart Will Adams

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