don't cross the line

the name f-r-double the e

the gat hack

are

end where the cops'll clip

back

flip

hands spring semi your v

you callin' all

and run to the cops

don't make me wet y'all

with what's under the t-shirt

the heat hurt

blew off ya front porch

your backyard

ya'll niggaz like dicks

pause

thick jaws

act hard

so they keep squirting

i move work often

like when new york couldn't beat boston

controllin' the nets

i float on ya block

hop out

post up

move rocks often

shut the shot down

pass it to chris

if your boss got twelve on the neck

ten in the arm

and my gat at the end of my arms

hittin' the clip prick

flippin' ya vet

causin' you harm

nigga

ya'll need a place of respect

we runnin' shit

the name f-r-double the e

tell 'em

don't really wanna cross the line and

i don't wanna have to tell ya twice

and

trick

r-o-c bring trouble your way

w-a-to the y

tell 'em

lean back

don't slow up

freeway gets no love

trick

r-o-c bring trouble this parts

f-r-e

bubble the ride

and in all

came from takin' the trip

stuffin' the ride

yea

i'ma ride it on every of your ride

caught in every broad or market

park it

hop out in deer crew

the heat is on perfect

tuckin' the linin'

i'm fine and trynna get some tickets for sliding

freeway's in full effect

and all these bitches want some millions just to hear my rhyme

and i don't gotta boss 'em to give nectar

the boy give check-ups

i get neck

when i don't ask

when mami's with the ax

make my baby momma ask

look

that's the crime

and i

don't wanna force y'all to give checks

uh

without tax

freeway shoot ya from ya head to ya toe

from ya toes to ya neck

that's what the boy brought

extra large

freeway bring trouble to soloists

the sawed off split

get the fuck outta dodge

know this

i came from nothing

so ain't nothing for my gauge to duck

you punks

get outta line

and i cock back

bloody ya tee

pull ya top back

drive through at mcdonald's

in front of ronald

put ya brains on ya big mac

make

sure the bitch don't leave

i got a gat and a clip in each sleeve

with boxers

so my dick can breathe

breeze through in the '89

delt with my boys with my whistle on freeze

that's how you know i got the block on smash

act up

i put your stripper on freeze

me and sieg'

like snoop and daz

because tricks that fuck

couldn't give me the ass

and they roll up

light up

pass me the trees

come on