Freeway, Neef Buck - Still in Effect lyrics

Yeah uhh uh

Freeway flow still in effect I might
End up peallin a clip
Till the bullets still in the clip
Clip still in the teck
I might end up stealing you bitch
Catch a body hide out in the jects
Jets jersey with hat to match
Smack you bitch I'm in the club
With Mack Jay and Dame
You cats better stay in your lane
Or lay in a ditch cause, I'm ridin and my
Click feeling the same
Till it's my time to feel the flames
I'mma chill in the blue flame all in the six
With my mind on my money and
My money on my brain last thing he know
All these hoes ain't use to know
Me now they like the boy
Ill take em to the black
Door give em the dick
She screaming that she been her before
Its like the five o'clock traffic
Jam we in the mix
You in the zone with the ROC bitch
Its the Lockness monster of rap
Boa constrictor of spitters the
Nile river of flows
Be with Hova, still roll with my niggas
And by the way all my niggas move boulders
Like Barney rubble any trouble
Free muffle the gat
I'm young and black with a
Chip on my shoulder
Its my first album but the brothers is back
Like men in black same city as Will
Freeway know for pulling the gat
Out all ya stacks haters wanna rap
Put up ya deal haters I line em up
Shut em down shut up they trap
Go through they act, I one up they back
Hit up they will
Other than that I'm killing theses
Tracks earning these stacks
Trying to turn my vocals to a million

Hell ya it's Neef Buck
Nuttin change, same bul
Lost a couple, but ain't shit I got more
DUNS's wear your damn vestes
P 90 rouge's tear you the fuck up
4 pounds hit you the hell down
We next up (we next)
C and Bucky, shit's bout to get ugly
Til' this day, you won't get nuttin' from me
Got? some hot seashells prolly
Drop you'd tell
Before the cops come we bounce
In big ass excursions
Huggin the road, fallin back
Blowin the spice with the windows cracked
Just another day around the
Way duckin the law
Got the ozium in the tuck, AC on defrost
Nuttin sweet with Neef
He ain't outta control
Back seat of my Jeep, we swingin episode
SS shotgun, let off 21, who want some
Bust a peggy who got dumb dumbs
(pow, pow pow) fuck you think I come from
You betta go get one before it's too late
Fifth quake Put you on your damn skates
White sheet, yellow tape
Caution at? all bout some rap
Never bottle stacks
Ya man I'm fed up with you cats
And Bull Bucky's back
First quarter, it's a wrap yes