The Alchemist - Still in Effect lyrics

[Verse1: Freeway] Yeah uhh uh Freeway flow still in effect I might end up peallin a clip Till the bullets still in the clip, clip still in the teck I might end up stealing you b**h Catch a body hide out in the jects, Jets jersey with hat to match Smack you b**h I'm in the club with Mack Jay and Dame You cats better stay in your lane or lay in a ditch Cause I'm ridin and my click feeling the same, till its my time to feel the flames I'mma chill in the blue flame all in the six With my mind on my money and my money on my brain Last thing he know all these hoes ain't use to know me now they like the boy Ill take em to the black door give em the dick She screaming that she been her before Its like the five o'clock traffic jam we in the mix You in the zone with the ROC b**h Its the Lockness monster of rap boa constrictor of spitters the Nile river of flows Be with Hova still roll with my n***as and by the way all my n***as move boulders Like Barney rubble any trouble free muffle the gat I'm young and black with a chip on my shoulder Its my first album but the brothers is back like men in black same city as Will Freeway know for pulling the gat out all ya stacks haters wanna rap Put up ya deal haters I line em up shut em down shut up they trap Go through they act, I one up they back, hit up they will Other than that I'm k**ing theses tracks earning these stacks Trying to turn my vocals to a million [Verse 2: Neef] Hell ya its Neef Buck Nuttin change, same bul Lost a couple, but ain't sh** I got more D.U.N.S's wear your damn vestes P 90 rouge's tear you the f** up 4 pounds hit you the hell down We next up (we next) C and Bucky, sh**'s bout to get ugly Til' this day, you won't get nuttin' from me Got? some hot seashells prolly drop you'd tell Before the cops come we bounce in big a** excursions Huggin the road, fallin back Blowin the spice with the windows cracked Just another day around the way duckin the law Got the ozium in the tuck, AC on defrost Nuttin sweet with Neef, he ain't outta control Back seat of my Jeep, we swingin episode SS shotgun, let off 21, who want some Bust a peggy who got dumb dumbs (pow, pow pow) f** you think I come from You betta go get one before its too late Fifth quake Put you on your damn skates White sheet, yellow tape Caution at ??? all bout some rap Never bottle stacks Ya man I'm fed up with you cats And Bull Bucky's back First quarter, it's a wrap yes