Line 'Em Up-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 f**kin 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 f**kin 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, f**k a box cause the metal was there F**k 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]