Where You At

[Intro: Freeway] Uh, yeah Woo! Uh, it’s going down, niggas! Yes! Khaled! Free! Uh, uh, uh [Verse 1: Freeway] It’s that slow flow, F-R double-E, nigga See them pussy niggas but you can’t see me I’m sunk in the seat Clutch my hammer close, I’m controlling the V And love the cities on both the coasts But still repping the East, yeah They like, “Freeway, where you been?” In North Philly, in the hood, cooking a ki’ Tell me, how crooked is he? The mayor gave him the key to the city Then he turn around and flood the city with nickels To break the cycle, the nine-nickel chrome The mini-mansion, his home If Khaled call my phone, I’m in the place to be G4, the M-I, get high, float in the friendly sky I’m that fly, tell my pilot the fourth Far as raps, I murder tracks, Philly I kill the shit out a sixteen Shit’s mean, spit a clip for the chorus, I Tape and record it, put the murder on wax, I Ship it out to Khaled and shoot a video for it, holla! [Chorus: Freeway] I’m from the East where them ARs shooting Ruthless, niggas will leave you naked, for the record Khaled from the South where them bammers be moving Walk into yo’ house and will leave you tied up, for the dollar Can’t forget the West, where them niggas be looting Shooting over colors, they will kill ya mother, for the record And where you at, nigga? That’s where you from, nigga So rep where you from, nigga, wherever you at, nigga [Verse 2: Freeway] My shooter keep it moving, you niggas barely moving Them bullets almost hit you, you scream, “A-hallelujah!” I’m on grind, all-time with the Ruger And Khaled, all these niggas [?], they want me to lose, but I’m on my Ps and Qs and, I got my eyes open Can make it happen with rapping, I get my Ps and Qs in I know Katrina shooting, know Mr. Robert smoking I supply the addicts, they grab the baggage and keep it moving Keep it, holding, 6-series, not stolen Drop the lop look like the roof stolen, call the cops He be stacking like Lego, leave me holding all the blocks Run up on him, treat you like the drop, roof open All them stick-up boys scheming on them fat boys scoping They be hoping that I’m slipping, I be praying that I’m not Nigga, ’til then, I’m supplying the block Free at Last almost here, you should keep your ears open, nigga! [Chorus: Freeway & Malice] I’m from the East where them ARs shooting Ruthless, niggas will leave you naked, for the record Khaled from the South where them bammers be moving Walk into yo’ house and will leave you tied up, for the dollar Can’t forget the West, where them niggas be looting Shooting over colors, they will kill ya mother, for the record And where you at, nigga? That’s where you from, nigga So rep where you from, nigga, wherever you at, nigga Yeah, yeah, check it, check it [Verse 3: Malice & Pusha T] 95-South, homie, tell ‘em I’m en route And I ain’t fronting nothing, neither, that ain’t what I’m ‘bout No doubt; from Virginia, where the drought never touch us Them dopes in the pillows, the home of the couch-stuffers Pop clutches, drop-tops on all you motherfuckers And all the baddest bitches pretending that they love us Fucking the soul out us, we call ‘em "The Golden-Mouthers" Paying for the service with Louis or Gucci pouches Send ‘em to they spouses, we back in the street Cooking up them ounces, from a quarter to a ki’ Call me "Place-Your-Order P," c’est la vie If you want it, know, I got it for cheap, Re-Up Gang, niggas! We cock and bang, niggas, we cop them things, niggas Million records sold and still them same niggas Bigger picture, grill with the angel fixtures Where I’m at, they measure worth by your figures, ugh! [Chorus: Freeway] I’m from the East where them ARs shooting Ruthless, niggas will leave you naked, for the record Khaled from the South where them bammers be moving Walk into yo’ house and will leave you tied up, for the dollar Can’t forget the West, where them niggas be looting Shooting over colors, they will kill ya mother, for the record And where you at, nigga? That’s where you from, nigga So rep where you from, nigga, wherever you at, nigga