Freeway Turn Out The Lights (freewest)(feat Kayne West Lyrics

Turn Out The Lights (freewest)(feat Kayne West Lyrics

[Intro]

 [Free] Yes!

 [Kayne] Yeah Kayne!

 [Free] Philadelphia Freeway, uh

 Y'all know what it is, uh, yeah, uh

 

 [Verse 1: Freeway]

 Before I turn out ya lights lets get one thing understood

 I'ma keep my hammer real close, rubber grip tight

 Tell y'all niggas good night, good night, uh

 Before I turn out ya lights lets get one thing understood

 Free gon' keep his hammer real close, rubber grip tight

 Tell y'all niggas good night, good night, uh

 The shit you heard'll do me justice, got a death wish

 The shit I pack'll put holes through ya Lexus

 Got the tec clip, respect it

 The turn pike bully, earn stripes, move lla

 Through ya turn pike early, all night, all day

 Wait, switch hustles nigga, now I muscle mixtapes all night, all day

 Yes!  The front line of the Roc

 Will through a football pass through ya chest

 Brett Farve wit the glock

 Uh!  I'm Max Payne wit the stock out

 Money and fame run out, get it with cocaine

 Rep the Roc till I clock out, I make you clock out

 Put sumtin in ya brains

 

 [Chorus: Kayne West & Freeway]

 I do my dirt all by my lonely and I got the heart to fight

 So please refrain from hatin (on me!) before I turn out ya lights

 Aint no hesitation, I got the guns to fight

 So please refrain from hatin (on me!) before I turn out ya lights

 

 [Verse 2: Freeway]

 Don't test my patience because I got the guns to fight

 Stay wit em coast to coast

 IHOP I distrubute the toast to folks

 I stop, never, Free a rap Icon

 Black Bon Jovi, ?in the rock/Roc love of rock/Roc?

 Jake of watches, ice cickle the time

 Still got time to leave ya stash gone when you wake up

 Free hate smuts, stay wit a dime, at all times

 Stay on the grind at all times wit so many nines

 Shit baggin and shake up

 Nigguh!  Ain't no captin to shake up

 Doe like a brink truck, nine on my waist, I!

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Verse 3: Freeway]

 Freeeee! Put the burners to ya crew

 Give me a reason, not to squeeze on ya gang

 Man the hammers go bang to bang

 In wit a bang, bang Blueprint 2

 Before you, slide through to deliver ya gang the thangs

 Switch lanes to get Paid in Full

 Look it's the rich (?) of transporters

 Donvan McNabb of mixtapes, look hey

 Follow the kid's orders in other words do what the kid say

 We got it locked from the Bay back to Philly

 Where niggas pack millies like every single day

 We don't play, we all about our change and

 Money exchangin, if you bout your pay

 Then every single day, bring the lla to ya city

 Act up, bring the K's to ya city

 Then shots exchangin, every single day

 

 [Chorus w/o (on me!) x2]