This world is rotting and on a highway to hell and you still play your game watching tv, see daily misery but you remain the same just how much
stop stuntin, won't ya break a nigga off Bitch stop stuntin, gon take it all off Bitch stop stuntin, let me open up them walls And if ya period down,
to back that. Now who rollin'? Bone [Krayzie Bone:] Krayzie up in this muthafucka Nigga I'm rollin', and ain't leavin' this muthafucka untill somebody dead! And
I need fashion, oh oh For your satisfaction, oh oh In and out of fashion, oh oh Why do we need fashion, oh oh I bend the rules Break the rules Make the
just wet and soft. First you was down with the AK, and now I see you on a video with Michel'le? Lookin' like straight bozos. I saw it comin', that's why I went solo. And
I'll be ruler of all that I survey and not just in the state See I bend just to win, but I ain't finna break Most you niggas fake, and I'll say it in
and I'm off that crescent Nastier than a full grown German Shepherd Motherfucker keep steppin They don't fuck with me and they won't Yall bitches cant catch me and
stopped Cops surround Bone, we load glocks And squeeze say fuck all these road blocks Busted ah you, then put that bitch in reverse And I get the swish and
ass attack shit Ready to back that, now who rollin'? Bone Krayzie up in this muthafucka Nigga I'm rollin', and ain't leavin' this muthafucka until somebody dead And
] [Verse 3 - Drake] Uh, me and Wayne was getting high on them He leaned over and told just don't retire on them And when they give you they shoulders, never cry on them And
hatin' and my click gon' keep grindin' Keep movin', lockin' the town [Chorus]: [Freeway]: It's Freeway in the place with B. Sig And I got what it
and soft First you was down with the AK And now I see you on a video with Michelle Lookin' like straight pozas I saw it comin', that's why I went solo And
And you're better off and farming on a farm picking cotton They mold ya and shape ya, they bend and they twist ya They get paid like quick fast and that
tonk But loud crowds and line dancing Just ain't what they really want Drive out to the boondocks and park down by the creek And where it's George
that chandelier hangin' on my collarbone Somethin' 'bout the way you bend your knees and rock your hips And get the bitin' on your bottom lip Get low and bend
back Break them handcuffs, fuck you nigga move somethin And if they ask you what you doin say, "Ooohh nuttin!" And we been doin for the past 2 somethin And
'll be ruler of all that I survey and not just in the state (I'm tha King) See, I bend just to win but I ain't finna break Most you niggas fake and I
