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    "Full Effect" Lyrics

    Freeway feat. Young Gunz

    They got me staring at the world through my rearview
    Blow that baby, scream to Gotti
    Can't help you with your problems
    Thug niggas wild when I come through

    They can relate to my views
    And couple with their problems(Uh!)
    Turn this up, fucks ya problem?
    This is real shit, homie

    In the booth with the four-fifth

    Only two clips, so the other clip
    Don't get, lonely homie, pull it homie
    No shit homie, know me?(Yeah!)

    Get in work, fa' we puffin licks, homie(Yeah!)
    I got the vocal chords, want to hear some more?(Yeah!)
    How I ran a block, dropped and picked up brauds
    In a hooptie not a drop-top, got ya bitch up more(Yeah!)

    Switch next-shift, from the block-shift
    To the wreck-shift, then I got the click up raw(Yeah!)
    Hatin' niggas get shot up in liquor stores
    Beat, strapped and tied up with extension cords

    [Chorus - Freeway]
    Freeway's in Full Effect
    And all I need is one reason just to pull this burner

    'Cause, why'all taught me to go next
    And I'm a be god damned if I'm a give my turn up
    Freeway's in Full Effect
    And all I need is one reason just to pull this ratchet out
    Why'all taught me to go next
    And I'm a be god damned if I'm a squeeze my cannon

    [Young Neef]
    Yeah, Uh, Young Gunz, Neef(WHAT?)
    Yo, Yo, Yo Yo
    Far as I'm hearing, why'all doing a lot of comparing
    'Cause Young Neef's on the block missing a lot of appearance

    Yeah youngin' still got it in, 120 a gram
    Now that have yo smokers, and yo fiends
    Leanin' like a kick-stand
    I'd send my brother for ya mother man

    Put up blocks in em'
    Dead presidents wrapped in rubber-bands
    Chatti' will pistol-whips
    That'll rip through shit

    I hate a prick, I'd kill his bitch
    And make her lick the dick
    Neef, keeps out more then an extended clip
    'Cause I rather be judged by 12 then carried by 6

    And I can show you how to DO THIS SHIT!
    Get ya straight and get ya cake right?
    Let us smoke and test ya weight
    Before you take it to plate

    Rock it down, stuff the shit in five eighths
    Early and not late(Uh!)
    Don't be makin' no mistakes
    Put it out and then you bring it back straight

    It's more money to make

    [Chorus - Young Neef]

    [Young Chris]
    Uh, Uh, Yo, A'yo
    Young Gunna, just another victim of the ghetto nigga
    Post and Pivot and distrubute the work
    My Pop broke as filthy got addicted to work

    Man, they say it's a shame, but they say it's the game
    I made my way through the game
    Rowdy lil youngin', was the snotty nosed youngin'
    Everybody lil youngin'

    They only youngin' out huggin' that pavement
    For paper, and was shoveling pavement for neighbors
    I never made it to them 5 on 5's(Uh!)
    They was playin' live, I was tryin' stay live!

    Tryin' to stay alive!
    Moms workin' 11:30 to curfew, I was tryin' to stay til' 5
    Hopin' the corners stay alive, while I'm killin' it
    Can't stop me before the day I'm robbed

    I'll be coppin' again
    So fuck a day job while I'm feelin' it
    They ain't stoppin me
    Straight from the center to "State Property"(UH!)

    [Chorus - Young Chris]
    This song was last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Christopher Ries, Hanif Kailli Mohammad, Justin Gregory Smith, Leslie Pridgen.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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