(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