Still in Effect

[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!