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Full Effect Lyric | Freeway |  |  | PHILADELPHIA FREEWAY |  |
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(feat. Young Gunz)
[Freeway] They
got me staring at the world through my rearview Blow that baby, scream to
Gotti Can't help you with your problems Thug niggas wild when I come
through They can relate to my views And couple with their problems
(Uh!) Turn this up, fucks ya problem? This is real shit, homie In the
booth with the four-fifth Only two clips, so the other clip Don't get,
lonely homie, pull it homie No shit homie, know me? (Yeah!) Get in work,
fa' we puffin licks, homie (Yeah!) I got the vocal chords, wanna hear some
more? (Yeah!) How I ran a block, dropped and picked up brauds In a hooptie
not a drop-top, got ya bitch up more (Yeah!) Switch next-shift, from the
block-shift To the wreck-shift, then I got the click up raw (Yeah!) Hatin'
niggas get shot up in liquor stores Beat, strapped and tied up with extension
cords Holla
[Chorus - Freeway] Freeway's in Full
Effect And all I need is one reason just to pull this burner Cause, y'all
taught me to go next And I'ma be goddamned if I'ma give my turn
up Freeway's in Full Effect And all I need is one reason just to pull this
ratchet out Yall taught me to go next And I'ma be goddamned if I'ma
squeaze my cannon
[Young Neef] Yeah, Uh, Young Gunz, Neef
(WHAT?) Yo, Yo, Yo Yo Far as I'm hearing, y'all doing alot of
comparing Cuz Young Neef's on the block missing alot of appearence Yeah
youngin' still got it in, 120 a gram Now that have yo smokers, and yo
fiends Leanin' like a kick-stand I'd send my brother for ya mother
man Put up blocks in em' Dead presidents wrapped in
rubber-bands Chatti' will pistol-whips That'll rip through shit I hate
a prick, I'd kill his bitch And make her lick the dick Neef, keeps out
more then an extended clip Cuz I rather be judged by 12 then carried by
6 And I can show you how to DO THIS SHIT! Get ya straight and get ya cake
right? Let us smoke and test ya weight Before you take it to plate Rock
it down, stuff the shit in five eighths Early and not late (Uh!) Don't be
makin' no mistakes Put it out and then you bring it back straight It's
more money to make Holla
[Chorus - Young Neef] Neef Bucks in
Full Effect And all I need is one reason just to pull this burner Cause,
y'all taught me to go next And I'ma be goddamned if I'ma give my turn
up Neef Bucks in Full Effect And all I need is one reason just to pull
this ratchet out Yall taught me to go next And I'ma be goddamned if I'ma
squeaze my cannon
[Young Chris] Uh, Uh, Yo, A'yo Young
Gunna, just another victim of the ghetto nigga Post and Pivot and distrubute
the work My Pop broke as filthy got addicted to work Man, they say it's a
shame, but they say it's the game I made my way through the game Rowdy lil
youngin', was the snotty nosed youngin' E'rybody lil youngin' They only
youngin' out huggin' that pavement For paper, and was shoveling pavement for
neighbors I never made it to them 5 on 5's (Uh!) They was playin' live, I
was tryin' stay live! Tryin' to stay alive! Moms workin' 11:30 to curfew,
I was tryin' to stay til' 5 Hopin' the corners stay alive, while I'm killin'
it Can't stop me before the day I'm robbed I'll be coppin' again So
fuck a day job while I'm feelin' it They ain't stoppin me Straight from
the center to "State Property" (UH!)
[Chorus - Young
Chris] Young Chris in Full Effect And all I need is one reason just to
pull this burner Cause, Yall taught me to go next And I'ma be goddamned if
I'ma give my turn up Young Chris in Full Effect And all I need is one
reason just to pull this ratchet out Yall taught me to go next And I'ma be
goddamned if I'ma squeaze my cannon
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