Line Em Up

[Intro - Freeway]
Thank you ladies and gentlemen!
Hold your applause
Jeah, holla!
Its bout to go down, shut em down!
Just Blaze, Freeway! Young Chris! Young Guru!
The Roc is definitely in the building!
Jeah! uh, holla! uh oh! uh oh! uh oh! uh!
[Verse 1 - Freeway]
Jeah, listen, if the rhymes stop bumpin
And beats stop knockin then Free still fuckin with Beans
R-U to the G-S, maneuver the V
Throughout the U.S. with two sets of keys
One start up your whip
And the other start up your block
Retarded just like the harder
I'm Nino come take a sniff
Or take a pull when you light the glass zit
Or stick shit in your arteries
Hustlin's a part of me
Niggas retardedly
Come at the team wrong
It's 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'
Heckler and Koch 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, I shut em down!
[Verse 2 - Freeway]
Listen, if the coke stop jumpin
And the block stop poppin
Then Free still fuckin with Ski!
M to the izz-atch, combined with the gat
And take your stizz-ash and kidnap your peeps
One, cover my face and the other go in your face
Retarded? 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
Robbin's 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 greens and hit with 24 months
For playin the game wrong, the eight long
Make pocket shorts, snatch hair and bones wet
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 Federals paid
I been settled for years, I'm ahead of my years
Tuck the glocks come peddle with K's
We can settle it here
We run with this beef, we runnin they peeps
Like five in the mornin while they under them sheets (wake up)
Like five gats drawn, soon as they come out they sleep
Tell me what they gon' tell me when they gun out they reach
Homie, we ain't gotta cheat
Y'all ain't stopping Sige
Young Gunner startin P. Guard from State Property
[Chorus]