The name F R double the E

The gat *** are end where the cops'll clip

Back, flip, hands spring semi your V

You callin' all an' run to the cops Don't make me wet, y'all

With what's under the T-shirt

The heat hurt, blew off ya front porch, your backyard

Ya'll niggaz like dicks, pause

Thick jaws, act hard, so they keep squirtin' I move work often

Like when New York couldn't beat Boston

Controllin' the nets, I float on ya block

Hop out, post up, move rocks often

Shut the shot down, pass it to Chris If your boss got twelve on the neck, ten in the arm

An' my gat at the end of my arms

Hittin' the clip ***

Flippin' ya vet, causin' you harm, nigga

Ya'll need a place of respect, we runnin' *** The name, F R double the E, tell 'em

Don't really wanna cross the line

An' I don't wanna have to tell ya twice

An' Trick, R O C bring trouble your way W A to the Y, tell 'em

Means that don't show love

Freeway gets no love

Trick, R O C bring trouble this parts F R E, bubble the ride an' in all

Came from takin' the trip, stuffin' the ride, yea

I'ma ride it on every of your ride

Caught in every broad or market

Park it, hop out in deer crew The heat is on perfect, tuckin' the linin'

I'm fine an' trynna get some tickets for slidin'

Freeway's in full effect

An' all these bitches want some millions

Just to hear my rhyme An' I don't gotta boss 'em to give nectar

The boy get check-ups, I get neck, when I don't ask

When mami's with the ax, make my baby momma ask

Look, that's the crime An' I don't wanna force y'all to give checks, uh

Without tax, Freeway shoot ya from ya head to ya toe

From ya toes to ya neck

That's what the boy brought, extra large The name, F R double the E, tell 'em

Don't really wanna cross the line

An' I don't wanna have to tell ya twice

An' Trick, R O C bring trouble your way W A to the Y, tell 'em

Means that don't show love

Freeway gets no love

Trick, R O C bring trouble this parts Freeway bring trouble to soloists

The sawed off split, get the *** outta dodge

Know this, I came from nothin'

So ain't nothin' for my gauge to duck

You punks, get outta line An' I cock back, bloody ya tee

Pull ya top back, drive through at McDonald's

In front of Ronald, put ya brains on ya Big Mac

Make sure the bitch don't leave I got a gat an' a clip in each sleeve

With boxers, so my dick can breathe

Breeze through in the '89

Dealt with my boys, with my whistle on freeze

That's how you know I got the block on smash Act up, I put your stripper on freeze

Me an' Sieg', like Snoop an' Daz

Because tricks that ***, couldn't give me the ass

An' they roll up, light up, pass me the trees, come on The name, F R double the E, tell 'em

Don't really wanna cross the line

An' I don't wanna have to tell ya twice

An' Trick, R O C bring trouble your way W A to the Y, tell 'em

Means that don't show love

Freeway gets no love

Trick, R O C bring trouble this parts It's Freeway and done away and we doin' it [Incomprehensible]

Holla, yeah, it's the rep F R double the E, tell 'em

Cross the line, flip ya V?

Ya lost you mind? Don't *** with Free

Trick, R O C bring trouble your way, holla