(feat.  Beanie Sigel)




[Intro - Freeway - talking (Beanie Sigel)]

(Damn Free, we like thirty seconds in on "The Stimulus Package"

You ain't talked to the people yet)

Yeah I know, I just wanted to let the beat breathe for a minute

(Holla at 'em)

I got ya

Ladies and gentlemen, it's the Stimulus Package, it's goin down man

It's the third album, we still grindin, we still in the trenches doin 

our thing

State Prop' for life, you know

But we growin, we grindin

(This beat crazy)

Ain't it?

(Hold up, let me get a little bit of this)

Go in



[Verse 1 - Beanie Sigel (Freeway)]

Uh, black label, green label, red label Bents (uh)

Black label, blue label, purple Loren' (woo!)

Double G's, LV's, labels that I'm in (uh)

I just (Throw It In The Bag) like Fab' when I spend (okay)

"The Stimulus Package", like a check you can cash it (um)

Throw it in your memory bank, fill up your tank and (and)

Head for the E-way (uh), put it on replay (yeah)

With no further delay, "Philadelphia Freeway"



[Verse 2 - Freeway]

Much love to B. Sig', thanks for the leeway

You cleared the lane, so I'm a tear up the runway

And you know I got that thing-thing on me

So I'm here for you, if niggaz should ever want gun play

Hot, cold, bread and butter, come and get the supper

This a free Stimulus meal, like WIC cheese and butter

(These niggaz), and if niggaz, is ever on some other

Shit, tryin to go against the clique, they can eat steel

I'm George Foreman with the burner 'cause I heat grills

No further delay, "The Stimulus Package" is here