Early In The Game

[Intro - Freeway]Uh oh! Uh oh! Another one!Uh oh! Uh oh! Another one!Make Free and I'll fuck you up, you up![Verse 1 - Freeway]I'm with the NAAM Brigade so warn your boysyou better, arm your boysI snatch don't go and get paidI crack eggos, break gats down like LegosBring 'em home for toysMami bitch roll on my woodsIf you can't roll through the hoodPlay like Snoop Dogg and lay lowGo peep Rambo, on five-eightand them two door eight-five-o like its nine trayMy dough, my flow heavyweighthit stages, rock mics pull dykesEvery state--wait, can't forget where I'm fromDump narcotics, grip nines rock NikesEveryday me and Sonny Black roll with the KFlip ya Cadillac, bloody you lay (what the beat say?)Another one (bites the dust)Don't make Freeway fuck you up!Shoot up your way![Chorus: Sonny Black + Freeway][Sonny Black] We got the streets on smashClubs on smash; chicks we gon' smash (early in the game)[Freeway] And we got flows, who want drama?We got gats leave bullet holes in cats[Sonny Black] We got the charts on smashand yo' click trashed; act up and get smashed (early in the game)[Freeway] And we got hoes, who's your sister?We got caps leave chickens with pecks[Verse 2 - Meek Millz]Chicks the ing bars to minimumNiggas see me start trembelinHead shots I'm sendin themServe niggas like WimbeldonI'm thug got you femineneI tuck more shit than EminemBlaze baretta bullets I like beats from TimbalandNiggas see me say thats him againHe all about them benjaminsTried to change my ways but God know I'm gon' sin againSmokin drinkin gin againBad bitches, got ten of themCop two trucks got ten in themCop coke off DominicanBlaze my mac 10 againHot lead I put it into themBlood rush my adrenalineAin't tryin to see the bin againKillin all y'all men and themTo hell is where I'm sendin themCaskets is what I'm endin themForever they gon' live in themAny nigga thats scared of emor any fuckin friend of themI send your ass to visit himDressed in that suit and lizards skinsNow look at all this shit you inYou know you wadn't fit to winM-Dot, who hot?You know I come to get it in[Chorus][Verse 3 - Sonny Black]If that block used to get paperThen throw that work on itBroady your flow ain't shitYou need to work on itFat asses hit em hard from the backIt hurt don't it?And that nigga got what in the stash?Went right on itPlaya that money talkGats'll make 'em sumersault, like gymnasticsWhen the mac spit, you'll lay in casketsY'all only hot for a minuteWe makin classics, got mad clipsand we get through metal detectors, gats is plasticI'm a thug, raised around drugs and niggas who ain't never have shitWherever the clubs at, my homies gon' crash it1:45 roll in with somethin earlythat go in smashin 'emWe don't keep hammers for nothinWe gon' be blastin 'emYou know that slogan"True playa from the Himilyah"Hit her for years and I never had to spend or pay herNames is ringin, niggas is singinWaist line on the wrist playa, it can change the season[Chorus] - repeat 2X