, causin' you harm, nigga Ya'll need a place of respect, we runnin' shit The name, F R double the E, tell 'em Don't really wanna cross the line An' I don't
(feat. Faith Evans)
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know about it Nigga we everywhere You just heard about it Get knocked Don't say a word about it Seen the realest niggas fold What ya know about it Bitches lined
up, 600 million ladies lined up Shoes with built-in air conditioner All 48 Mack trucks parked in position Credit cards by the pages You can't stop the
you're fightin' me Take it easy player Talkin' greasy player, know you can feel me player Uhh, you put it down tight Yeah, you not havin' what you want don't
don't wanna slow slow slow slow down down I'm running through a stop sign Living so it feels right I don't want to slow slow slow slow down down Don't
world, holla When you hear the song Will you cry? (Make you won't cry, don't it) 'Cause you know you wrong (It's all good, baby, don't even worry about
your Beverly keys The latest colors on your lip, there's a satchel at your hips And it's all full of broken Barbie dolls and disassembled dreams If you don't
In front of me and there?s no return My wheels of love Fit me like a racing glove Nightrider, nightrider Don?t touch the brake, don?t cross the line Don?t
blown Chorus Streetlife and the laws, Wise Guys are never wrong Ain't nuttin' sweet, Cross pendants to dirty kronze Prepare for the worst, but if your grain don't
tryin' to remember. How will you start it over? You don't know what became. You don't care much for a stranger's touch, But you can't hold your
out of state, runnin' a little late Sailors jockey for the fast lane One O one don't miss it Rollin' hills and concrete fields Broken line on your mind
plates running a little late But the sailors jockey for the fast lane So 101 don't miss it There's rolling hills and concrete fields And the broken line
go And it don't seem right Living for speed limit signs Ignoring cross every line Gotta let emotion take you over 20 miles at a time Don't follow the freeway
get on What it is, nigga, get high, remember the ? And play the tape that resemble the great S Rate Quiz Nigga, stay real, history?s ill, don?t stop
together As one [Young Chris] AAAWWWWW [Freeway] It's young Free Move, workin' the wheel Hand jerkin' the V Busters don't let you crossed the line Thinkin
