Lyrics:

And I
New Beanie Sigel! Freeway!
Don't get scarred
Fat shout, Beat Street
One, two, Sigel comin' for you
Three, four, I'm 'bout to kick in your door
Five, six, man I want those bricks
Seven, eight, you gon' give up dat weight (yeah)
Nine, ten, I'll put the Glock to ya chin
11, 12, man I'll see you in hell
I handle tools like hammers and wretches
Gats with metal attachments, how you want it metal or plastic
Disrespect your fam bastard, close your casket
Then I give 'em a can of hold your ashes (give 'em)
Visions of the killer for we rose a passin'
True killer, true thug, never show no passion
Hit your rug, hit your ceiling, if I know if you stashin'
Wrong, nigga the rug, nigga know who you passin'
Fresh year from rammin' off the zany's fours and perks
Keep the semi handy jammin' you for war or work
Niggas like the border goin' berserk
On the roof bangin' dat swat, lettin' off shots and spurts
Dey tryin' to trap me in the back of the yard
Man I'm lettin' every cat fall hittin' from the cap to the sarge (ha-ha)
Can't see me back in the yard, two wacks back to the wall (whoo)
Use the two got stash pack in the wall
Picture Mac liftin' up racks in the yard
I had a block shiftin' up knocking off racks by the yard
The dope from dem dudes, smokeless confused, shit
They ain't know if they want a crack or the saw (uh)
Switch they life, straight from the pipe to the straw
Coke in they vein, what you want the dope or the cane
I open the game, to sniffin' the D, X to the Z
Hot shit from B-Sig consecutively
(Uh-ha) one, two, Freeway's comin' for yo' ass
(Uh-ha) three, four, you better watch yo' stash
(Uh-ha) five, six, have you duckin' from dem clips
(Uh-ha) seven, eight, fuck it I can't wait (whoo!)
Y'all niggas crazy think Free won't draw the lev'
(Uh) prefer the nine but I got the four four instead
(Uh-ha) I move dymes who your dyme get your whore in bed
Tell that triflin' bitch I want more than head (ha-ha)
Free might spark at ya clip take more than bread
Guns and bricks while young bulls hug the block
Dey love the strip, help 'em get chains and watches
Guns and kicks, Freeway my name is priceless, flow is sick
And remember if you lie on Free
Lie in the lake, while your bitch lies on Free
She ride on the snake and my whip over her key
We ride in the jakes, empty clips hop on Amtrak (yeah)
Out of the state, broody shit, you and yo man, right outta ya case
Hold dis clip blow your brain right outta ya face
Blow you slick preliminary outta the case
Flow legendary, hotter than Mase
You be free never worry we outta the case
Roc-A-Fella pop criss 'til we outta the case (word)
From the hood nigga Nike's, Delts, and 'Lo Sport
Hood niggas just like me, belted and blow court
Hood chickens just bite me well and blow squad
I was 16, 12,000 with no job
And I skipped school, gripped bitches with no ride
See the crack smoked leave bitches with no thighs, no tits
Rob hustlers with no clips, no guns, left niggas with no chips
And the flow runs (uh) like the Mississippi River
And your hoe comes, ya bitch hear me when I whisper
Silence all guns hit 'em fo-fo-fo-fo-for dey hit ya (uh)
If we comin' for you than nigga we gonna get ya
One, two, Sigel comin' for you
Three, four, I'm 'bout to kick in your door (word)
Five, six, man I want those bricks
Seven, eight, you gon' give up dat weight
Nine, ten, I'll put the Glock to ya chin
11, 12, man I'll see you in hell
One, two, Freeway's comin' for yo' ass
(Uh-hah) three, four, you better watch yo' stash
(Uh-hah) five, six, have you duckin' from dem clips
(Uh-hah) seven, eight, fuck it I can't wait
DJ Clue
JD Styles
The professional
One, two niggas
Word up
You know how we do things