FREEWAY Turn out the Lights (Freewest) lyrics

Yes, yeah Kayne
Philadelphia Freeway
Y'all know what it is, yeah

Before I turn out ya lights let's get one thing understood
I'ma keep my hammer real close, rubber grip tight
Tell y'all niggas good night, good night
Before I turn out ya lights let's get one thing understood
Free gon' keep his hammer real close, rubber grip tight
Tell y'all niggas good night, good night

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 mix tapes all night, all day

Yes! The front line of the Roc
Will through a football pass through ya chest
Brett Farve wit the glock
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
Ain't no hesitation, I got the guns to fight
So please refrain from hatin', on me, before I turn out ya lights

Don't test my patience because I got the guns to fight
Stay wit 'em coast to coast
I hop, I distribute the toast to folks
I stop, never, Free a rap icon
Black Bon Jovi in the Roc love of Roc?
Jake of watches, icecickle 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 captain to shake up
Doe like a brink truck, nine on my waist, I

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
Ain't no hesitation, I got the guns to fight
So please refrain from hatin' on me, before I turn out ya lights

Free, 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 quarter of transporters

Donvan McNabb of mix tapes, 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 exchanging, 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 exchanging, every single day

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
Ain't no hesitation, I got the guns to fight
So please refrain from hatin' on me, before I turn out ya lights

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
Ain't no hesitation, I got the guns to fight
So please refrain from hatin' on me, before I turn out ya lights