Turn Out The Lights (Freewest)

Lyrics

[Intro: Freeway & Kanye West] Yes! Yeah, Kanye! Philadelphia Freeway, uh Y'all know what it is, uh, yeah, uh Before I turn out ya lights let's get one thing understood I'mma keep my hammer real close, rubber grip tight Tell y'all niggas good night, good night, uh Before I turn out ya lights let's get one thing understood (Gyeah) Free gon' keep his hammer real close, rubber grip tight Tell y'all niggas good night, good night, uh [Verse 1: Freeway] 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 turnpike bully, earn stripes, move yay 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 To through a football pass through ya chest Brett Favre 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: Kanye 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 Ain't 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 Roc, lover 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 captain to shake up Doe like a brink truck, nine on my waist, I! [Chorus: Kanye 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 Ain't no hesitation I got the guns to fight So please refrain from hatin (on me!) Before I turn out ya lights [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 Porter of transporters Donovan 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 yay to ya city Act up, bring the K's to ya city Then shots exchangin, every single day [Chorus: Kanye West & Freeway] I do my dirt all by my lonely And I got the heart to fight So please refrain from hatin Before I turn out ya lights Ain't no hesitation I got the guns to fight So please refrain from hatin Before I turn out ya lights I do my dirt all by my lonely And I got the heart to fight So please refrain from hatin Before I turn out ya lights Ain't no hesitation I got the guns to fight So please refrain from hatin Before I turn out ya lights