Line Em Up Lyrics by Freeway

Line Em Up Lyrics

    [Intro - Freeway]
    Thank you ladies and gentlemen!
    Hold your applause
    J'yeah, holla!
    Its bout to go down, shut em down!
    Just Blaze, Freeway! Young Chris! Young Guru!
    The Roc is definately in the building!
    J'yeah! uh, holla! uh oh! uh oh! uh oh! uh!

    [Verse 1 - Freeway]
    J'yeah, listen, if the rhymes stop dumpin
    and beats stop knockin then Free still fuckin with Beans
    R-U to the G-S, manuver the ve
    throughout the U.S. with two teks of keys
    one start up your whip
    and the other start up your block
    retarded just like a Carter
    El Nino come take a sniff
    or take a few of you like the glass zit
    Stick shit in your artery ooouuu
    Hustlin's a part of me
    Niggas retardin me
    Come at the team wrong
    its like a see-saw
    They down and we up
    The pound heat clowns up
    I'm moving and re-up teks, blocks and keep gon'
    ?? and cocks like a school bus (why?)
    It make stops and it picks kids up
    and it wake up the block really early in the mornin
    Word, niggas want drama? Then line em up!

    [Chorus (repeated four times) - Freeway]
    Uh uh uh Line em up!
    Uh uh uh Line em up!
    Uh uh Line em up!
    I, I shut em down!

    [Verse 2 - Freeway]
    Listen, if the coke stop jumpin
    and the block stop poppin
    Then Free still fuckin with Schi!
    M to the is-ash, come down with the gat
    take your sti-ash and kidnap your keeps
    One, puff in my face and the other go in your face
    Reatrded? This is a stick up
    if you slow then pick up the pace
    I came to take everything out your safe
    and even snatch all your jewelry (oouuu)
    Robbins a part of me, you just oughta be
    singin the same song when money low
    Ain't no parameters, snatch chains even honeys know
    amateurs get state green's and hit with 24 months
    From playin the game long, the eight long
    Make pockets short snatch hair and bones weight
    They been taking from us for too long it ain't wrong
    Line em up and I jam em all yo!

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 3 - Young Chris of The Young Gunz]
    They want a war with the Roc? OKAY!
    Cases catch 'em and beat 'em like O.J.
    I been stretchin my d's since the O'Jays
    Before I met Beans and Free, before Jay
    Homie, Pops never was there
    so I hustled 24 7 like the cops never was there
    Yeah, fuck a box cause the metal was there
    Fuck the cops cause the Fed's was paid
    I been settled for years, I'm ahead of my years
    Tuck the glock come pedal with K's
    We can settle it here
    We run with this beef, we runnin his peeps
    Like five in the mornin while they under them sheets (wake up)
    Like five gats drawn, soldiers come out they sleep
    Tell me what they gon' tell me when the gun out they reach
    Homie, we ain't gotta cheat
    Y'all ain't stopping Sig
    Young Gunner startin p. guard from State Property

    [Chorus]

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