[Intro]
  [Free] Yes!
  [Kayne] Yeah Kayne!
  [Free] Philadelphia Freeway, uh
  Y'all know what it is, uh, yeah, uh
    [Verse 1: Freeway]
  Before I turn out ya lights lets get one thing understood
  I'ma keep my hammer real close, rubber grip tight
  Tell y'all niggas good night, good night, uh
  Before I turn out ya lights lets get one thing understood
  Free gon' keep his hammer real close, rubber grip tight
  Tell y'all niggas good night, good night, uh
  The shit you heard'll do me justice, got a death wish
  The shit I pack'll put holes through ya Lexus
  Got the tec clip, respect it
  The turn pike bully, earn stripes, move lla
  Through ya turn pike early, all night, all day
  Wait, switch hustles nigga, now I muscle mixtapes all night, all day
  Yes! The front line of the Roc
  Will through a football pass through ya chest
  Brett Farve wit the glock
  Uh! I'm Max Payne wit the stock out
  Money and fame run out, get it with cocaine
  Rep the Roc till I clock out, I make you clock out
  Put sumtin in ya brains
    [Chorus: Kayne West & Freeway]
  I do my dirt all by my lonely and I got the heart to fight
  So please refrain from hatin (on me!) before I turn out ya lights
  Aint no hesitation, I got the guns to fight
  So please refrain from hatin (on me!) before I turn out ya lights
    [Verse 2: Freeway]
  Don't test my patience because I got the guns to fight
  Stay wit em coast to coast
  IHOP I distrubute the toast to folks
  I stop, never, Free a rap Icon
  Black Bon Jovi, ?in the rock/Roc love of rock/Roc?
  Jake of watches, ice cickle the time
  Still got time to leave ya stash gone when you wake up
  Free hate smuts, stay wit a dime, at all times
  Stay on the grind at all times wit so many nines
  Shit baggin and shake up
  Nigguh! Ain't no captin to shake up
  Doe like a brink truck, nine on my waist, I!
    [Chorus]
    [Verse 3: Freeway]
  Freeeee! Put the burners to ya crew
  Give me a reason, not to squeeze on ya gang
  Man the hammers go bang to bang
  In wit a bang, bang Blueprint 2
  Before you, slide through to deliver ya gang the thangs
  Switch lanes to get Paid in Full
  Look it's the rich (?) of transporters
  Donvan McNabb of mixtapes, look hey
  Follow the kid's orders in other words do what the kid say
  We got it locked from the Bay back to Philly
  Where niggas pack millies like every single day
  We don't play, we all about our change and
  Money exchangin, if you bout your pay
  Then every single day, bring the lla to ya city
  Act up, bring the K's to ya city
  Then shots exchangin, every single day
    [Chorus w/o (on me!) x2]