מילים לשיר Turn Out Your Lights – Freeway

f Kayne West (Free) Yes! (Kayne) Yeah Kayne! (Free) Philadelphia Freeway, uh Y'all know what it is, uh, yeah, uh (Verse 1: Freeway) Before I turn out ya lights lets get one thing understood I'ma keep my hammer real close, rubber grip tight
Tell y'all niggas good night, good night, uh Before I turn out ya lights lets get one thing understood Free gon' keep his hammer real close, rubber grip tight Tell y'all niggas good night, good night, uh The shit you heard'll do me justice, got a death wish
The shit I pack'll put holes through ya Lexus Got the tec clip, respect it The turn pike bully, earn stripes, move lla Through ya turn pike early, all night, all day Wait, switch hustles nigga, now I muscle mixtapes all night, all day
Yes!The front line of the Roc Will through a football pass through ya chest Brett Farve wit the glock Uh!I'm Max Payne wit the stock out
Money and fame run out, get it with cocaine
Rep the Roc till I clock out, I make you clock out Put sumtin in ya brains ( I do my dirt all by my lonely and I got the heart to fight
So please refrain from hatin (on me!) before I turn out ya lights Aint no hesitation, I got the guns to fight
So 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 fight Stay wit em coast to coast IHOP I distrubute the toast to folks I stop, never, Free a rap Icon Black Bon Jovi, ?in the rock Roc love of rock Roc? Jake of watches, ice cickle the time Still got time to leave ya stash gone when you wake up
Free hate smuts, stay wit a dime, at all times Stay on the grind at all times wit so many nines Shit baggin and shake up Nigguh!Ain't no captin to shake up Doe like a brink truck, nine on my waist, I! (Verse 3: Freeway) Freeeee! Put the burners to ya crew Give me a reason, not to squeeze on ya gang
Man the hammers go bang to bang In wit a bang, bang Blueprint 2 Before you, slide through to deliver ya gang the thangs Switch lanes to get Paid in Full
Look it's the rich (?) of transporters Donvan McNabb of mixtapes, look hey Follow the kid's orders in other words do what the kid say We got it locked from the Bay back to Philly
Where niggas pack millies like every single day We don't play, we all about our change and Money exchangin, if you bout your pay Then every single day, bring the lla to ya city Act up, bring the K's to ya city
Then shots exchangin, every single day (Chrous w o (on me!)) x2.