Early In The Game Lyrics

Early In The Game lyrics

[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