Early in the Game - Naam Brigade, Freeway

Uh oh!

Uh oh!

Another one!

Uh oh!

Uh oh!

Another one!

Make Free and I’ll fuck you up, you up!

I’m with the NAAM Brigade so warn your boys

you better, arm your boys

I snatch don’t go and get paid

I crack eggos, break gats down like Legos

Bring 'em home for toys

Mami bitch roll on my woods

If you can’t roll through the hood

Play like Snoop Dogg and lay low

Go peep Rambo, on five-eight

and them two door eight-five-o like its nine tray

My dough, my flow heavyweight

hit stages, rock mics pull dykes

Every state--wait, can’t forget where I’m from

Dump narcotics, grip nines rock Nikes

Everyday me and Sonny Black roll with the K Flip ya Cadillac, bloody you lay (what the beat say?)

Another one (bites the dust)

Don’t make Freeway fuck you up!

Shoot up your way!

We got the streets on smash

Clubs on smash;

chicks we gon’smash (early in the game)

And we got flows, who want drama?

We got gats leave bullet holes in cats

We got the charts on smash

and yo’click trashed;

act up and get smashed (early in the game)

And we got hoes, who’s your sister?

We got caps leave chickens with pecks

Chicks the ing bars to minimum

Niggas see me start trembelin

Head shots I’m sendin them

Serve niggas like Wimbeldon

I’m thug got you feminene

I tuck more shit than Eminem

Blaze baretta bullets I like beats from Timbaland

Niggas see me say thats him again

He all about them benjamins

Tried to change my ways but God know I’m gon’sin again

Smokin drinkin gin again

Bad bitches, got ten of them

Cop two trucks got ten in them

Cop coke off Dominican

Blaze my mac 10 again

Hot lead I put it into them

Blood rush my adrenaline

Ain’t tryin to see the bin again

Killin all y’all men and them

To hell is where I’m sendin them

Caskets is what I’m endin them

Forever they gon’live in them

Any nigga thats scared of em or any fuckin friend of them

I send your ass to visit him

Dressed in that suit and lizards skins

Now look at all this shit you in You know you wadn’t fit to win

M-Dot, who hot?

You know I come to get it in If that block used to get paper

Then throw that work on it Broady your flow ain’t shit

You need to work on it Fat asses hit em hard from the back

It hurt don’t it?

And that nigga got what in the stash?

Went right on it Playa that money talk

Gats’ll make 'em sumersault, like gymnastics

When the mac spit, you’ll lay in caskets

Y’all only hot for a minute

We makin classics, got mad clips

and we get through metal detectors, gats is plastic

I’m a thug, raised around drugs and niggas who ain’t never have shit

Wherever the clubs at, my homies gon’crash it 1:45 roll in with somethin early

that go in smashin 'em

We don’t keep hammers for nothin

We gon’be blastin 'em

You know that slogan

True playa from the Himilyah

Hit her for years and I never had to spend or pay her

Names is ringin, niggas is singin

Waist line on the wrist playa, it can change the season

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