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[Intro - Freeway]
Uh oh! Uh oh! Another one {bites the dust}
Uh oh! Uh oh! Another one {bites the dust}
Make Free and I`ll fuck you up, you up!
[Verse 1 - Freeway]
I`m with the NAAM Brigade so warn your boys
you better, arm your boys
I snatch don`t go and get paid
I crack eggos, break gats down like Legos
Bring `em home for toys
Mami bitch roll on my woods
If you can`t roll through the hood
Play like Snoop Dogg and lay low
Go peep Rambo, on five-eight
and them two door eight-five-o like its nine tray
My dough, my flow heavyweight
hit stages, rock mics pull dykes
Every state--wait, can`t forget where I`m from
Dump narcotics, grip nines rock Nikes
Everyday me and Sonny Black roll with the K
Flip ya Cadillac, bloody you lay (what the beat say?)
Another one (bites the dust)
Don`t make Freeway fuck you up!
Shoot up your way!
[Chorus: Rambo + Freeway]
[Rambo] We got the streets on smash
Clubs on smash; chicks we gon` smash (early in the game)
[Freeway] And we got flows, who want drama?
We got gats leave bullet holes in cats
[Rambo] We got the charts on smash
and yo` click trashed; act up and get smashed (early in the game)
[Freeway] And we got hoes, who`s your sister?
We got caps leave chickens with pecks (early in the game)
[Verse 2 - Meek Millz]
Chicks the ing bars to minimum
Niggas see me start trembelin
Head shots I`m sendin them
Serve niggas like Wimbeldon
I`m thug got you feminene
I tuck more shit than Eminem
Blaze baretta bullets I like beats from Timbaland
Niggas see me say thats him again
He all about them benjamins
Tried to change my ways but God know I`m gon` sin again
Smokin drinkin gin again
Bad bitches, got ten of them
Cop two trucks got ten in them
Cop coke off Dominican
Blaze my mac 10 again
Hot lead I put it into them
Blood rush my adrenaline
Ain`t tryin to see the bin again
Killin all y`all men and them
To hell is where I`m sendin them
Caskets is what I`m endin them
Forever they gon` live in them
Any nigga thats scared of em
or any fuckin friend of them
I send your ass to visit him
Dressed in that suit and lizards skins
Now look at all this shit you in
You know you wadn`t fit to win
M-Dot, who hot?
You know I come to get it in
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Sonny Black]
If that block used to get paper
Then throw that work on it
Broady your flow ain`t shit
You need to work on it
Fat asses hit em hard from the back
It hurt don`t it?
And that nigga got what in the stash?
Went right on it
Playa that money talk
Gats`ll make `em sumersault, like gymnastics
When the mac spit, you`ll lay in caskets
Y`all only hot for a minute
We makin classics, got mad clips
and we get through metal detectors, gats is plastic
I`m a thug, raised around drugs and niggas that don`t have shit
Wherever the clubs at, my homies gon` crash it
1:45 roll in with somethin early
that go in smashin `em
We don`t keep hammers for nothin
We gon` be blastin `em
You know that slogan
"True playa from the Himilyah"
Hit her for years and I never had to spend or pay her
Names is ringin, niggas is singin
Waist line on the wrist playa, it can change the season
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
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