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!