Lyrics Still in Effect - Freeway & Neef

Yeah, uh, 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 Jets, 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'ma 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 I'll take 'em to the black door
Give 'em the dick, she screaming that she been her before

It's like the five o'clock traffic jam we in the mix
You in the zone with the ROC bitch
It's the Lockness monster of rap boa constrictor of splitters
The Nile river of flows be with Hova still roll with my niggaz
And by the way all my niggaz move boulders

Like Barney rubble any trouble free muffle the gat
I'm young and black with a chip on my shoulder
It's my first album 'bout 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 ball
Lost a couple but ain't shit I got more D.U.N.S's wear your damn vests
P 90 rouge's tear you the fuck up, 4 pounds hit you the hell down
We next up
(We next)

C and Bucky, shits 'bout to get ugly
Till 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