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Naam Brigade F/ Freeway Miscellaneous Early In The Game [Intro - Freeway] Uh oh! Uh oh! Another one! Uh oh! Uh oh! Another one! 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: Sonny Black + Freeway] [Sonny Black] 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 [Sonny Black] 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 [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 who ain't never 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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