[Intro: Freeway]
Yeahhh, uh!
Uh

[Verse 1: Freeway]
Freeway flow still in effect
I might end up peelin' a clip
Til then, bullets still in the clip (yeahhh), clip still in the TEC
I might end up stealing your bitch
Catch a body, hide out in the 'jects
Jets jersey with a hat to match, mack your bitch
(I'm in the club with) Mack, Jay and Dame
Y'all cats better stay in your lane or lay in a ditch
Cause I'm ridin' and my clique feeling the same
Til it's my time to feel the flames
I'ma chill in the blue flame (hailing a six)
With my mind on my money and my money on my brain
Last thing he know
All these hoes ain't use to know me, now they like the bul
I'll take em to the black door, give em the dick
She screaming that she been her before
It's like the five o'clock traffic jam, we in the mix
You in the zone with the ROC, bitch
The Loch Ness Monster of rap
Boa Constrictor of spitters, the Nile river of flow-ers
(Be with Hova) Still roll with my niggas
And by the way all my niggas move boulders
Like Barney Rubble, any trouble, Free muffle the gat
I'm young and black with a chip on my shoulder
It's my first album, but the brothers is back
Like Men in Black, same city as Will (uh!)
Freeway known for pulling the gat, pull off with ya stacks
Haters wanna rap, put up ya deal
I line 'em up, shut 'em down, shut up they trap
Go through they act, I one up they back, hit up they will
Other than that, I'm killing these tracks earning these stacks
Trying to turn my vocals to a million

[Verse 2: Neef Buck]
Hell yeah, it's Neef Buck
Nuttin' changed, same bul (yup!)
Lost a couple, but ain't shit I got more
D.U.N.S's wear your damn vests
P90 Rouge tear you the fuck up
4 pounds hit you the hell down, we next up (we next)
C and Bucky, shit's bout to get ugly
Til this day, you won't get nuttin' from me
Buss some hot seashells, bodies drop, you'd tell
Before the cops come we bounce, big ass excursions
Huggin the road, fallin' back
Blowin the spice with the windows cracked
Just another day around the way, duckin' the law
Got the ozium in the tuck, AC on defrost
Nuttin' sweet with Neef, he ain't outta control
Back seat of my Jeep, we swing an episode
SS shotgun, let off 21, who want some
Bust a peggy, who got dumb dumbs (pow, pow pow)
Fuck you think I come from
You better run and go get one before it's too late
Fifth quake put you on your damn skates
White sheet, yellow tape
Caution at that (that)
All bout some rap (rap)
Never bottle stacks (stacks)
Yeah, man, I'm fed up with you cats
And Bull Bucky's back, first quarter, it's a wrap
Yes!