Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Line 'Em Up, artist - Freeway. Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
Line 'Em Up |
| 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! |
| 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! |
| Uh uh uh Line em up! |
| Uh uh uh Line em up! |
| Uh uh Line em up! |
| I, I shut em down! |
| 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! |
| 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 |