Freeway Line Em Up(feat Young Chris Lyrics

Line Em Up(feat Young Chris Lyrics

[Intro - Freeway]

 Thank you ladies and gentlemen!

 Hold your applause

 J'yeah, holla!

 Its bout to go down, shut em down!

 Just Blaze, Freeway! Young Chris! Young Guru!

 The Roc is definately in the building!

 J'yeah! uh, holla! uh oh! uh oh! uh oh! uh!

 

 [Verse 1 - Freeway]

 J'yeah, listen, if the rhymes stop dumpin

 and beats stop knockin then Free still fuckin with Beans

 R-U to the G-S, manuver the ve

 throughout the U.S. with two teks of keys

 one start up your whip

 and the other start up your block

 retarded just like a Carter

 El Nino come take a sniff

 or take a few of you like the glass zit

 Stick shit in your artery ooouuu

 Hustlin's a part of me

 Niggas retardin me

 Come at the team wrong

 its like a see-saw

 They down and we up

 The pound heat clowns up

 I'm moving and re-up teks, blocks and keep gon'

 ?? and cocks like a school bus (why?)

 It make stops and it picks kids up

 and it wake up the block really early in the mornin

 Word, niggas want drama? Then line em up!

 

 [Chorus (repeated four times) - Freeway]

 Uh uh uh Line em up!

 Uh uh uh Line em up!

 Uh uh Line em up!

 I, I shut em down!

 

 [Verse 2 - Freeway]

 Listen, if the coke stop jumpin

 and the block stop poppin

 Then Free still fuckin with Schi!

 M to the is-ash, come down with the gat

 take your sti-ash and kidnap your keeps

 One, puff in my face and the other go in your face

 Reatrded? This is a stick up

 if you slow then pick up the pace

 I came to take everything out your safe

 and even snatch all your jewelry (oouuu)

 Robbins a part of me, you just oughta be

 singin the same song when money low

 Ain't no parameters, snatch chains even honeys know

 amateurs get state green's and hit with 24 months

 From playin the game long, the eight long

 Make pockets short snatch hair and bones weight

 They been taking from us for too long it ain't wrong

 Line em up and I jam em all yo!

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Verse 3 - Young Chris of The Young Gunz]

 They want a war with the Roc? OKAY!

 Cases catch 'em and beat 'em like O.J.

 I been stretchin my d's since the O'Jays

 Before I met Beans and Free, before Jay

 Homie, Pops never was there

 so I hustled 24 7 like the cops never was there

 Yeah, fuck a box cause the metal was there

 Fuck the cops cause the Fed's was paid

 I been settled for years, I'm ahead of my years

 Tuck the glock come pedal with K's

 We can settle it here

 We run with this beef, we runnin his peeps

 Like five in the mornin while they under them sheets (wake up)

 Like five gats drawn, soldiers come out they sleep

 Tell me what they gon' tell me when the gun out they reach

 Homie, we ain't gotta cheat

 Y'all ain't stopping Sig

 Young Gunner startin p. guard from State Property

 

 [Chorus]