Freeway - Move Out lyrics

[Verse 1 - Red Cafe] GUESS who stepped in the motha f**in door! Who? R.C. I break laws and make laws You do WHAT? Break jaws and take yours I got heart that somethin y'all couldn't pay for Got paper, money forever green Glock .20 spittin a hundred and seventeen Who gonna stop money, the homies forever scream Never gonna happen, all go out clappin Ay yo, R-Dot sling hard rock yay yo I'm bout payroll Hoes, love them n***as that game tight Trust me, I'm gon' be drillin the same night That I peeps her, R play with more keys than Alicia With the poppies I got credit like Visa I breathe ether, make you fools believers R Dot Brooklyn bangin a team leader [Chorus] [Red Cafe] Y'all n***as industry, my n***as in these streets We get money endlessly b**h n***as don't blend with me Real n***as move in with me Now move out [Red Cafe & Freeway] Y'all n***as industry, my n***as in these streets We get money endlessly b**h n***as don't blend with me Real n***as move in with me Now move out [Verse 2 - Freeway] Guess who STEPPED in this mother f**a Need no intro, entro TECHS in the mother f**a Free-way, your man and his gat I co*k slugs back rip through your vest The block run that handle the Glock And die one day pray with the Lord Scream gun play but run to the cops When I'm in the room your b**h cater to boss Rap Prince Nasir slip hook and a block You wanna BET my team flow better than y'all Ghetto n***a get head in a drought Free a Smith & Wesson metal n***a throw lead at your pops Plus y'all n***as industy My n***as in the streets We dump heat, circle the block Let the mack squirt on whoever act first Let your Ac hurt, truck in the shop Listen y'all n***as into rap and don't get interviews [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Red Cafe] This the block where n***as run lights Every night, gun fights n***as scream f** the cops, you better come right Crack is slung, coke is snorted And everybody know everybody and they support it Streets is infested, I can't lie I'm in the street well invested, nothin I can't buy And I mean nothin, I can buy your life n***a you ain't nothin, go ahead sip somethin You little punk don't tempt me I made sure I left my car trunk empty Just so you know I'm only here to claim the king of the throne Whether it takes a mic fight or swingin the chrome I need it, and I'ma bring it till its brought, believe it Plus I know you ain't got no iron cause you anemic Hold up, I don't think you heard me You ain't got no iron cause you anemic [Chorus] [Outro - Red Cafe] I gave everybody ample opportunity to get money with me Now you gonna watch me eat from the sidelines n***a Lets do it