Freeway - Turn Out the Lights (Freewest) Lyrics

Writer(s) : PRIDGEN, LESLIE / WEST, KANYE OMARI
Artist: Freeway Lyrics
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Album: Track 10 on Philadelphia Freeway
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[Intro]
[Free] Yes!
[Kayne] Yeah Kayne!
[Free] Philadelphia Freeway, uh
why'all know what it is, uh, yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Freeway]
Before I turn out ya lights lets get one thing understood
I'ma keep my hammer real close, rubber grip tight
Tell why'all *****s good night, good night, uh
Before I turn out ya lights lets get one thing understood
Free gon' keep his hammer real close, rubber grip tight
Tell why'all *****s good night, good night, uh
The **** you heard'll do me justice, got a death wish
The **** I pack'll put holes through ya Lexus
Got the tec clip, respect it
The turn pike bully, earn stripes, move lla
Through ya turn pike early, all night, all day
Wait, switch hustles *****, now I muscle mixtapes all night, all day
Yes! The front line of the Roc
Will through a football pass through ya chest
Brett Farve wit the glock
Uh! I'm Max Payne wit the stock out
Money and fame run out, get it with cocaine
Rep the Roc till I clock out, I make you clock out
Put sumtin in ya brains

[Chorus: Kayne West & Freeway]
I do my dirt all by my lonely and I got the heart to fight
So please refrain from hatin (on me!) before I turn out ya lights
ain't no hesitation, I got the guns to fight
So please refrain from hatin (on me!) before I turn out ya lights

[Verse 2: Freeway]
Don't test my patience because I got the guns to fight
Stay wit em coast to coast
IHOP I distrubute the toast to folks
I stop, never, Free a rap Icon
Black Bon Jovi, ?in the rock/Roc love of rock/Roc?
Jake of watches, ice cickle the time
Still got time to leave ya stash gone when you wake up
Free hate smuts, stay wit a dime, at all times
Stay on the grind at all times wit so many nines
**** baggin and shake up
Nigguh! Ain't no captin to shake up
Doe like a brink truck, nine on my waist, I!

[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Freeway]
Freeeee! Put the burners to ya crew
Give me a reason, not to squeeze on ya gang
Man the hammers go bang to bang
In wit a bang, bang Blueprint 2
Before you, slide through to deliver ya gang the thangs
Switch lanes to get Paid in Full
Look it's the rich (?) of transporters
Donvan McNabb of mixtapes, look hey
Follow the kid's orders in other words do what the kid say
We got it locked from the Bay back to Philly
Where *****s pack millies like every single day
We don't play, we all about our change and
Money exchangin, if you bout your pay
Then every single day, bring the lla to ya city
Act up, bring the K's to ya city
Then shots exchangin, every single day

[Chorus w/o (on me!) x2]


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