| They got me staring at the world through my rearview
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| Blow that baby, scream to Gotti
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| Can’t help you with your problems
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| Thug niggas wild when I come through
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| They can relate to my views
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| And couple with their problems (Uh!)
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| Turn this up, fucks ya problem?
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| This is real shit, homie
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| In the booth with the four-fifth
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| Only two clips, so the other clip
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| Don’t get, lonely homie, pull it homie
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| No shit homie, know me?(Yeah!)
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| Get in work, fa' we puffin licks, homie (Yeah!)
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| I got the vocal chords, wanna hear some more?(Yeah!)
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| How I ran a block, dropped and picked up brauds
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| In a hooptie not a drop-top, got ya bitch up more (Yeah!)
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| Switch next-shift, from the block-shift
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| To the wreck-shift, then I got the click up raw (Yeah!)
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| Hatin' niggas get shot up in liquor stores
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| Beat, strapped and tied up with extension cords
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| Holla
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| Freeway’s in Full Effect
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| And all I need is one reason just to pull this burner
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| Cause, y’all taught me to go next
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| And I’mma be goddamned if I’mma give my turn up
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| Freeway’s in Full Effect
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| And all I need is one reason just to pull this ratchet out
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| Yall taught me to go next
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| And I’mma be goddamned if I’mma squeaze my cannon
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| Yeah, Uh, Young Gunz, Neef (WHAT?)
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| Yo, Yo, Yo Yo
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| Far as I’m hearing, y’all doing alot of comparing
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| Cuz Young Neef’s on the block missing alot of appearence
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| Yeah youngin' still got it in, 120 a gram
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| Now that have yo smokers, and yo fiends
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| Leanin' like a kick-stand
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| I’d send my brother for ya mother man
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| Put up blocks in em'
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| Dead presidents wrapped in rubber-bands
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| Chatti' will pistol-whips
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| That’ll rip through shit
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| I hate a prick, I’d kill his bitch
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| And make her lick the dick
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| Neef, keeps out more then an extended clip
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| Cuz I rather be judged by 12 then carried by 6
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| And I can show you how to DO THIS SHIT!
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| Get ya straight and get ya cake right?
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| Let us smoke and test ya weight
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| Before you take it to plate
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| Rock it down, stuff the shit in five eighths
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| Early and not late (Uh!)
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| Don’t be makin' no mistakes
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| Put it out and then you bring it back straight
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| It’s more money to make
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| Holla
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| Neef Bucks in Full Effect
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| And all I need is one reason just to pull this burner
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| Cause, y’all taught me to go next
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| And I’mma be goddamned if I’mma give my turn up
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| Neef Bucks in Full Effect
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| And all I need is one reason just to pull this ratchet out
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| Yall taught me to go next
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| And I’mma be goddamned if I’mma squeaze my cannon
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| Uh, Uh, Yo, A’yo
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| Young Gunna, just another victim of the ghetto nigga
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| Post and Pivot and distrubute the work
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| My Pop broke as filthy got addicted to work
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| Man, they say it’s a shame, but they say it’s the game
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| I made my way through the game
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| Rowdy lil youngin', was the snotty nosed youngin'
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| E’rybody lil youngin'
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| They only youngin' out huggin' that pavement
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| For paper, and was shoveling pavement for neighbors
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| I never made it to them 5 on 5's (Uh!)
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| They was playin' live, I was tryin' stay live!
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| Tryin' to stay alive!
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| Moms workin' 11:30 to curfew, I was tryin' to stay til' 5
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| Hopin' the corners stay alive, while I’m killin' it
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| Can’t stop me before the day I’m robbed
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| I’ll be coppin' again
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| So fuck a day job while I’m feelin' it
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| They ain’t stoppin me
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| Straight from the center to «State Property"(UH!)
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| Young Chris in Full Effect
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| And all I need is one reason just to pull this burner
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| Cause, Yall taught me to go next
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| And I’mma be goddamned if I’mma give my turn up
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| Young Chris in Full Effect
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| And all I need is one reason just to pull this ratchet out
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| Yall taught me to go next
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| And I’mma be goddamned if I’mma squeaze my cannon |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Full Effect , by - Freeway. Song from the album Philadelphia Freeway, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп