Full Effect Lyrics - Philadelphia Freeway - 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, want to 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!) 

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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 

Freeway's in Full Effect 

And all I need is one reason just to pull this burner 

'Cause, why'all taught me to go next 

And I'm a be god damned if I'm a give my turn up 

Freeway's in Full Effect 

And all I need is one reason just to pull this ratchet out 

Why'all taught me to go next 

And I'm a be god damned if I'm a squeeze my cannon 

Yeah, Uh, Young Gunz, Neef(WHAT?) 

Yo, Yo, Yo Yo 

Far as I'm hearing, why'all doing a lot of comparing 

'Cause Young Neef's on the block missing a lot of appearance 

Photos 

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 

'Cause 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 

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' 

Everybody 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!)