Freeway, Young Gunz - Full Effect lyrics

They got me staring at the
World through my rearview
Blow that baby, scream to Gotti
Can't help you with your problems
Thug niggas wild when I come through
They can relate to my views
And couple with their problems (Uh)
Turn this up, fuck's ya problem?
This is real shit, homie
In the booth with the four-fifth
Only two clips, so the other clip
Don't get, lonely homie, pull it homie
No shit homie, know me? (yeah)
Get in work, fa' we puffin licks, homie
(yeah)
I got the vocal chords, wanna hear some more?
(Ye yeah) how I ran a block
Dropped and picked up broads
In a hooptie not a drop-top
Got ya bitch up more (yeah)
Switch next-shift, from the block-shift


To the wreck-shift
Then I got the click up raw (Ye yeah)
Hatin' niggas get shot up in liquor stores
Beat, strapped and tied up
With extension cords holla

Freeway's in Full Effect
And all I need is one reason
Just to pull this burner
Cause, y'all taught me to go next
And I'mma be goddamned if I'mma
Give my turn up freeway's in Full Effect
And all I need is one reason
Just to pull this ratchet out
Y'all taught me to go next
And I'mma be goddamned if
I'mma squeeze my cannon

Far as I'm hearing
Y'all doing alot of comparing
Cuz Young Neef's on the block
Missing alot of appearence
Yeah youngin' still got it in, 120 a gram
Now that have yo smokers
And yo fiends leanin' like a kick-stand
I'd send my brother for ya mother, man
Put 'em blocks in em'
Dead presidents wrapped in rubberbands
Shawties with pistol-whips
That'll rip through shit i hate a prick
I'd kill his bitch and make her lick the dick
Neef, keeps out more then an extended clip
Cuz I rather be judged by
12 then carried by 6
And I can show you how to DO THIS SHIT!
Get ya straight and get ya cake right?
Let us smoke and test ya weight before
You take it to the plate
Rock it down, stuff the shit in five eighths
Early and not late (Uh)
Don't be makin' no mistakes
Put it out and then you
Bring it back straight
It's more money to make holla

Neef Buck's in Full Effect
And all I need is one reason
Just to pull this burner
Cause, y'all taught me to go next
And I'mma be goddamned if I'mma
Give my turn up neef Buck's in Full Effect
And all I need is one reason
Just to pull this ratchet out
Y'all taught me to go next
And I'mma be goddamned if
I'mma squeaze my cannon

Uh, Uh, Yo, A'yo young Gunna
Just another victim of the ghetto nigga
Post and Pivot and distribute the work
My Pop broke his pivot, got addicted to work
Man, they say it's a shame
But as they say it's the game
I made my way through the game
Rowdy lil youngin'
Was the snotty nosed youngin'
E'rybody lil youngin'
They only youngin' out huggin' that pavement
For paper
And was shoveling pavement for neighbors
I never made it to them 5 on 5's (Uh)
They was playin' live
I was tryin' stay live!
Tryin' to stay alive!
Moms workin' 11: 30 to curfew
I was tryin' to stay til' 5
Hopin' the corners stay alive
While I'm killin' it
Can't stop me before the day I'm robbed
I'll be coppin' again
So fuck a day job while I'm feelin' it
They ain't stoppin me
Straight from the center to "State Property"
UH!

Young Chris in Full Effect
And all I need is one reason
Just to pull this burner
Cause y'all taught me to go next
And I'mma be goddamned if I'mma
Give my turn up young Chris in Full Effect
And all I need is one reason
Just to pull this ratchet out
Y'all taught me to go next
And I'mma be goddamned if
I'mma squeaze my cannon