Turn Out The Lights Lyrics - Philadelphia Freeway - Freeway

Yes, yeah Kayne, 'Philadelphia Freeway' 

Y'all know what it is, yeah 

Before I turn out ya lights let's get one thing understood 

I'ma keep my hammer real close, rubber grip tight 

Tell you niggas good night, good night 

Before I turn out ya lights let's get one thing understood 

Free gon' keep his hammer real close, rubber grip tight 

Tell you niggas good night, good night 

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 

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Wait, switch hustles, nigga, now I muscle mix tapes all night 

All day, yes, the front line of the Roc 

Will through a football pass through ya chest 

Brett Farve wit the glock 

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 

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 

Don't test my patience because I got the guns to fight 

Stay wit 'em coast to coast 

I hop, I distribute the toast to folks 

I stop, never, Free a rap Icon 

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Black Bon Jovi, in the Roc love of 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 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 

Free, put the burners to ya crew 

Give me a reason, not 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 [Incomprehensible] of transporters 

Donvan McNabb of mix tapes, 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 

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