Freeway - Still In Effect lyrics

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Yeah uhh uh

Freeway flow still in effect I might end up peallin a clip

Till the bullets still in the clip, clip still in the teck

I might end up stealing you bitch

Catch a body hide out in the Jets, Jets jersey with hat to match

Smack you bitch I'm in the club with Mack Jay and Dame

You cats better stay in your lane or lay in a ditch

Cause I'm ridin and my click feeling the same, till its my time to feel the flames

Imma chill in the blue flame all in the six

With my mind on my money and my money on my brain

Last thing he know all these hoes ain't use to know me now they like the boy

Ill take em to the black door give em the dick

she screaming that she been her before

Its like the five o'clock traffic jam we in the mix

you in the zone with the ROC bitch

Its the Lockness monster of rap boa constrictor of spitters the Nile river of flows

Be with Hova still roll with my niggaz and by the way all my niggaz move boulders

Like Barney rubble any trouble free muffle the gat

I'm young and black with a chip on my shoulder

Its my first album bout the brothers is back like men in black same city as Will

Freeway know for pulling the gat out all ya stacks haters wanna rap

Put up ya deal haters I line em up shut em down shut up they trap

Go through they act, I one up they back, hit up they will

Other than that I'm killing theses tracks earning these stacks

trying to turn my vocals to a million

Hell ya its Neef Buck

Nuttin change, same ball

Lost a couple, but ain't shit I got more

D.U.N.S's wear your damn vestes

P 90 rouge's tear you the fuck up

4 pounds hit you the hell down

We next up (we next)

C and Bucky, shit's bout to get ugly

Til' this day, you won't get nuttin' from me

Got? some hot seashells prolly drop you'd tell

Before the cops come we bounce in big ass excursions

Huggin the road, fallin back

Blowin the spice with the windows cracked

Just another day around the way duckin the law

Got the ozium in the tuck, AC on defrost

Nuttin sweet with Neef, he ain't outta control

Back seat of my Jeep, we swingin episode

SS shotgun, let off 21, who want some

Bust a peggy who got dumb dumbs (pow, pow pow)

Fuck you think I come from

You betta go get one before its too late

Fifth quake Put you on your damn skates

White sheet, yellow tape,

Caution at ??? all bout some rap

Never bottle stacks

Ya man I'm fed up with you cats

And Bull Bucky's back

First quarter, it's a wrap ye