[Intro - Freeway]
  Thank you ladies and gentlemen!
  Hold your applause
  J'yeah, holla!
  Its bout to go down, shut em down!
  Just Blaze, Freeway! Young Chris! Young Guru!
  The Roc is definately in the building!
  J'yeah! uh, holla! uh oh! uh oh! uh oh! uh!
    [Verse 1 - Freeway]
  J'yeah, listen, if the rhymes stop dumpin
  and beats stop knockin then Free still fuckin with Beans
  R-U to the G-S, manuver the ve
  throughout the U.S. with two teks of keys
  one start up your whip
  and the other start up your block
  retarded just like a Carter
  El Nino come take a sniff
  or take a few of you like the glass zit
  Stick shit in your artery ooouuu
  Hustlin's a part of me
  Niggas retardin me
  Come at the team wrong
  its like a see-saw
  They down and we up
  The pound heat clowns up
  I'm moving and re-up teks, blocks and keep gon'
  ?? and cocks like a school bus (why?)
  It make stops and it picks kids up
  and it wake up the block really early in the mornin
  Word, niggas want drama? Then line em up!
    [Chorus (repeated four times) - Freeway]
  Uh uh uh Line em up!
  Uh uh uh Line em up!
  Uh uh Line em up!
  I, I shut em down!
    [Verse 2 - Freeway]
  Listen, if the coke stop jumpin
  and the block stop poppin
  Then Free still fuckin with Schi!
  M to the is-ash, come down with the gat
  take your sti-ash and kidnap your keeps
  One, puff in my face and the other go in your face
  Reatrded? This is a stick up
  if you slow then pick up the pace
  I came to take everything out your safe
  and even snatch all your jewelry (oouuu)
  Robbins a part of me, you just oughta be
  singin the same song when money low
  Ain't no parameters, snatch chains even honeys know
  amateurs get state green's and hit with 24 months
  From playin the game long, the eight long
  Make pockets short snatch hair and bones weight
  They been taking from us for too long it ain't wrong
  Line em up and I jam em all yo!
    [Chorus]
    [Verse 3 - Young Chris of The Young Gunz]
  They want a war with the Roc? OKAY!
  Cases catch 'em and beat 'em like O.J.
  I been stretchin my d's since the O'Jays
  Before I met Beans and Free, before Jay
  Homie, Pops never was there
  so I hustled 24 7 like the cops never was there
  Yeah, fuck a box cause the metal was there
  Fuck the cops cause the Fed's was paid
  I been settled for years, I'm ahead of my years
  Tuck the glock come pedal with K's
  We can settle it here
  We run with this beef, we runnin his peeps
  Like five in the mornin while they under them sheets (wake up)