Freeway – Line ‘Em Up

(feat. Young Chris)

[Intro – Freeway]

Thank you ladies and gentlemen!

Hold your applause

J’yeah, holla!

Its bout to go down, shut em down!

Just Blaze, Freeway! Young Chris! Young Guru!

The Roc is definately in the building!

J’yeah! uh, holla! uh oh! uh oh! uh oh! uh!

[Verse 1 – Freeway]

J’yeah, listen, if the rhymes stop dumpin

and beats stop knockin then Free still fuckin with Beans

R-U to the G-S, manuver the ve

throughout the U.S. with two teks of keys

one start up your whip

and the other start up your block

retarded just like a Carter

El Nino come take a sniff

or take a few of you like the glass zit

Stick shit in your artery ooouuu

Hustlin’s a part of me

Niggas retardin me

Come at the team wrong

its like a see-saw

They down and we up

The pound heat clowns up

I’m moving and re-up teks, blocks and keep gon’

?? and cocks like a school bus (why?)

It make stops and it picks kids up

and it wake up the block really early in the mornin

Word, niggas want drama? Then line em up!

[Chorus (repeated four times) – Freeway]

Uh uh uh Line em up!

Uh uh uh Line em up!

Uh uh Line em up!

I, I shut em down!

[Verse 2 – Freeway]

Listen, if the coke stop jumpin

and the block stop poppin

Then Free still fuckin with Schi!

M to the is-ash, come down with the gat

take your sti-ash and kidnap your keeps

One, puff in my face and the other go in your face

Reatrded? This is a stick up

if you slow then pick up the pace

I came to take everything out your safe

and even snatch all your jewelry (oouuu)

Robbins a part of me, you just oughta be

singin the same song when money low

Ain’t no parameters, snatch chains even honeys know

amateurs get state green’s and hit with 24 months

From playin the game long, the eight long

Make pockets short snatch hair and bones weight

They been taking from us for too long it ain’t wrong

Line em up and I jam em all yo!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 – Young Chris of The Young Gunz]

They want a war with the Roc? OKAY!

Cases catch ’em and beat ’em like O.J.

I been stretchin my d’s since the O’Jays

Before I met Beans and Free, before Jay

Homie, Pops never was there

so I hustled 24 7 like the cops never was there

Yeah, fuck a box cause the metal was there

Fuck the cops cause the Fed’s was paid

I been settled for years, I’m ahead of my years

Tuck the glock come pedal with K’s

We can settle it here

We run with this beef, we runnin his peeps

Like five in the mornin while they under them sheets (wake up)

Like five gats drawn, soldiers come out they sleep

Tell me what they gon’ tell me when the gun out they reach

Homie, we ain’t gotta cheat

Y’all ain’t stopping Sig

Young Gunner startin p. guard from State Property

[Chorus]