(Freeway)

Yeah, uh

It's the year 2003

And we facing off

And we got what it takes to ball

If you got what it takes for D-

Fence, when you leave the bench

Bring your ball game, sneaks and all

Get lost, if you ain't come to win

Don't got what it takes to play

It's NBA and we break the rim

Post up and shoot the J

Get the rebound do it again

He scores, that's two more points

Add it to the score board, wave to the crowd

Acting all wild didn't see my coach

Took it overboard got a flagrant foul

Ouch, that hurt a little

But I got what it takes to win

Cross over then I work the middle

Take mine shoot from the line

Wound up scoring again

It's Live

(Memphis Bleek)

They call me EA Bleek cause I'm in the game

I play zone D nobody don't drive the lane

Can't knock when I'm hot

Stop pull up J or

Cross em' over to the paint all day

Thread the needle like Magic in his prime

Trust you gotta foul me

Send me to the line

Cause it's free throws yo

And I'm good with those

Off the glass the free

He's good with those

And the squad camped out getting housed around

Coach you gotta sub em' till a couple of em' down

But me I'm gonna do it till it finish

I ball all 4 quarters all 48 minutes

Me MVP they envy Blee

Cause the squad getting hot live

We East champs dog get it right

Trust you wanna play bring your ball and your Nikes

LET'S GO