FREEWAY - DON'T CROSS THE LINE LYRICS
Writer(s):BARRETT, VINNIE/ELI, BOBBY/PRIDGEN, LESLIE/SMITH, JUSTIN GREGORY/EVANS, FAITH RENEE
Artist: Freeway Lyrics
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Date: Added(Last modified) at 6:54 am October 07, 2012.
The name F are double the E The gat hack 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 *****z 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 prick Flippin' ya vet, causin' you harm, ***** Ya'll need a place of respect, we runnin' **** The name, F are double the E, tell 'em Don't really wanna cross the line An' I don't wanna have to tell ya twice An' Trick, are O see bring trouble your way W A to the why, tell 'em Means that don't show love Freeway gets no love Trick, are O see bring trouble this parts F are 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 *****es 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 are double the E, tell 'em Don't really wanna cross the line An' I don't wanna have to tell ya twice An' Trick, are O see bring trouble your way W A to the why, tell 'em Means that don't show love Freeway gets no love Trick, are O see 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 **** 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 ***** don't leave I got a gat an' a clip in each sleeve With boxers, so my **** 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 *** An' they roll up, light up, pass me the trees, come on The name, F are double the E, tell 'em Don't really wanna cross the line An' I don't wanna have to tell ya twice An' Trick, are O see bring trouble your way W A to the why, tell 'em Means that don't show love Freeway gets no love Trick, are O see bring trouble this parts It's Freeway and done away and we doin' it [Incomprehensible] Holla, yeah, it's the rep F are double the E, tell 'em Cross the line, flip ya V? Ya lost you mind? Don't **** with Free Trick, are O see bring trouble your way, holla
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