[Freeway]
The name F-R-Double the E
The gat heck'ler end with a koch clip
Back, flip, hands spring semi your V
You callin' all, and run to the cops
Don't make me wet y'all, with what's under the t-shirt
The heat hurt, blew off ya front porch, your backyard
Ya'll n***as like dicks, pause
Thick jaws, act hard, so they keep squirting
I move work often, like when New York couldn't beat Boston
Controllin' the nets, I float on ya block
Hop out, post up, move rocks often
Shut the shot down, pa** it to Chris
If your boss got twelve on the neck, ten in the arm
And my gat at the end of my arms, hittin' the clip prick
Flippin' ya vet, causin' you harm, n***a
Ya'll need a place of respect, we runnin' sh**
[Hook: Faith Evans]
The name F-R-Double the E, tell 'em
Don't really wanna cross the line and
I don't wanna have to tell ya twice, and
Trick, R-O-C bring trouble your way
W-A-to the Y, tell 'em
Lean back, don't slow up
Freeway gets no love
Trick, R-O-C bring trouble this parts
[Freeway]
F-R-E, bubble the ride, and in all
Came from takin' the trip, stuffin' the ride, yea
I'mma ride it on every of your ride
Caught in every broad or market, park it, hop out in deer crew
The heat is on perfect, tuckin' the linin'
I'm fine and trynna get some tickets for sliding
Freeway's in full effect
And all these b**hes want from me is just to hear my rhymes
And I don't gotta boss 'em to give nectar
The boy give check-ups, I get neck, when I don't ask
When mami's say the 'x', make my baby mama ex look extra fly, and I
Don't wanna force y'all to give checks, uh
Without tax, Freeway shoot ya from ya head to ya toe
From ya toes to ya neck
That's what the boy brought, extra large
[Hook]
[Freeway]
Freeway bring trouble to soloists
The sawed off split, get the f** outta dodge
Know this, I came from nothing, so ain't nothing for my gauge to duck
You punks, get outta line, and I co*k back, bloody ya tee
Pull ya top back, drive through at McDonald's
In front of Ronald, put ya brains on ya Big Mac, make
Sure the b**h don't leave
I got a gat and a clip in each sleeve
With boxers, so my dick can breathe
Breeze through in the '89, delt with my boys with my whistle on freeze
That's how you know I got the block on smash
Act up, I put your stripper on freeze
Me and Sieg', like Snoop and Daz
Because tricks that f**, couldn't give me the a**
And they roll up, light up, pa** me the trees, come on
[Hook]