Freeway, Kanye West - Turn Out Your Lights (Freewest) lyrics

Yes! yeah, Kanye! Philadelphia Freeway, uh
Y'all know what it is, uh, yeah, uh
Before I turn out ya lights
Let's get one thing understood
I'mma keep my hammer real close
Rubber grip tight
Tell y'all niggas good night, good night, uh
Before I turn out ya lights
Let's get one thing understood
Free gon' keep his hammer real close
Rubber grip tight
Tell y'all niggas good night, good night, uh

The shit you heard'll do me justice
Got a death wish
The shit I pack'll put holes through ya Lexus
Got the TEC clip, respect it
The turnpike bully, earn stripes, move yay
Through ya turn pike early, all night
All day wait, switch hustles nigga
Now I muscle mixtapes all night, all day
Yes! The front line of the Roc
To through a football pass through ya chest
Brett Favre 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

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

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 Roc, lover 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
Shit baggin and shake up
Nigguh! Ain't no captain to shake up
Doe like a brink truck, nine on my waist, I!

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

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 Porter of transporters
Donovan 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 niggas 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 yay to ya city
Act up, bring the K's to ya city
Then shots exchangin, every single day

I do my dirt all by my lonely
And I got the heart to fight
So please, refrain from hatin
Before I turn out ya lights
Ain't no hesitation i got the guns to fight
So please, refrain from hatin
Before I turn out ya lights
I do my dirt all by my lonely
And I got the heart to fight
So please, refrain from hatin
Before I turn out ya lights
Ain't no hesitation i got the guns to fight
So please, refrain from hatin
Before I turn out ya lights