Freeway - Turn Out The Lights Lyrics
[Intro][Free] Yes![Kayne] Yeah Kayne![Free] Philadelphia Freeway, uhY'all know what it is, uh, yeah, uh[Verse 1: Freeway]Before I turn out ya lights lets get one thing understoodI'ma keep my hammer real close, rubber grip tightTell y'all niggas good night, good night, uhBefore I turn out ya lights lets get one thing understoodFree gon' keep his hammer real close, rubber grip tightTell y'all niggas good night, good night, uhThe shit you heard'll do me justice, got a death wishThe shit I pack'll put holes through ya LexusGot the tec clip, respect itThe turn pike bully, earn stripes, move llaThrough ya turn pike early, all night, all dayWait, switch hustles nigga, now I muscle mixtapes all night, all dayYes! The front line of the RocWill through a football pass through ya chestBrett Farve wit the glockUh! I'm Max Payne wit the stock outMoney and fame run out, get it with cocaineRep the Roc till I clock out, I make you clock outPut sumtin in ya brains[Chorus: Kayne West & Freeway]I do my dirt all by my lonely and I got the heart to fightSo please refrain from hatin (on me!) before I turn out ya lightsAint no hesitation, I got the guns to fightSo please refrain from hatin (on me!) before I turn out ya lights[Verse 2: Freeway]Don't test my patience because I got the guns to fightStay wit em coast to coastIHOP I distrubute the toast to folksI stop, never, Free a rap IconBlack Bon Jovi, ?in the rock/Roc love of rock/Roc?Jake of watches, ice cickle the timeStill got time to leave ya stash gone when you wake upFree hate smuts, stay wit a dime, at all timesStay on the grind at all times wit so many ninesShit baggin and shake upNigguh! Ain't no captin to shake upDoe like a brink truck, nine on my waist, I![Chorus][Verse 3: Freeway]Freeeee! Put the burners to ya crewGive me a reason, not to squeeze on ya gangMan the hammers go bang to bangIn wit a bang, bang Blueprint 2Before you, slide through to deliver ya gang the thangsSwitch lanes to get Paid in FullLook it's the rich (?) of transportersDonvan McNabb of mixtapes, look heyFollow the kid's orders in other words do what the kid sayWe got it locked from the Bay back to PhillyWhere niggas pack millies like every single dayWe don't play, we all about our change andMoney exchangin, if you bout your payThen every single day, bring the lla to ya cityAct up, bring the K's to ya cityThen shots exchangin, every single day[Chorus w/o (on me!) x2]
