| Thank you ladies and gentlemen!
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| Hold your applause
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| J’yeah, holla!
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| Its bout to go down, shut em down!
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| Just Blaze, Freeway! |
| Young Chris! |
| Young Guru!
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| The Roc is definately in the building!
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| J’yeah! |
| uh, holla! |
| uh oh! |
| uh oh! |
| uh oh! |
| uh!
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| J’yeah, listen, if the rhymes stop dumpin
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| and beats stop knockin then Free still fuckin with Beans
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| R-U to the G-S, manuver the ve throughout the U.S. with two teks of keys
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| one start up your whip
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| and the other start up your block
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| retarded just like a Carter
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| El Nino come take a sniff
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| or take a few of you like the glass zit
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| Stick shit in your artery ooouuu
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| Hustlin’s a part of me Niggas retardin me Come at the team wrong
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| its like a see-saw
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| They down and we up The pound heat clowns up
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| I’m moving and re-up teks, blocks and keep gon'
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| ?? |
| and cocks like a school bus (why?)
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| It make stops and it picks kids up and it wake up the block really early in the mornin
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| Word, niggas want drama? |
| Then line em up!
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| Uh uh uh Line em up!
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| Uh uh uh Line em up!
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| Uh uh Line em up!
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| I, I shut em down!
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| Listen, if the coke stop jumpin
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| and the block stop poppin
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| Then Free still fuckin with Schi!
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| M to the is-ash, come down with the gat
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| take your sti-ash and kidnap your keeps
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| One, puff in my face and the other go in your face
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| Reatrded? |
| This is a stick up if you slow then pick up the pace
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| I came to take everything out your safe
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| and even snatch all your jewelry (oouuu)
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| Robbins a part of me, you just oughta be singin the same song when money low
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| Ain’t no parameters, snatch chains even honeys know
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| amateurs get state green’s and hit with 24 months
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| From playin the game long, the eight long
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| Make pockets short snatch hair and bones weight
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| They been taking from us for too long it ain’t wrong
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| Line em up and I jam em all yo!
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| They want a war with the Roc? |
| OKAY!
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| Cases catch 'em and beat 'em like O.J.
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| I been stretchin my d’s since the O’Jays
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| Before I met Beans and Free, before Jay
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| Homie, Pops never was there
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| so I hustled 24 7 like the cops never was there
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| Yeah, fuck a box cause the metal was there
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| Fuck the cops cause the Fed’s was paid
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| I been settled for years, I’m ahead of my years
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| Tuck the glock come pedal with K’s
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| We can settle it here
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| We run with this beef, we runnin his peeps
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| Like five in the mornin while they under them sheets (wake up)
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| Like five gats drawn, soldiers come out they sleep
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| Tell me what they gon’tell me when the gun out they reach
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| Homie, we ain’t gotta cheat
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| Y’all ain’t stopping Sig
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| Young Gunner startin p. |
| guard from State Property |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Line 'Em Up , by - Freeway. Song from the album Philadelphia Freeway, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп