[Freeway]
  They got me staring at the world through my rearview
  Blow that baby, scream to Gotti
  Can't help you with your problems
  Thug niggas wild when I come through
  They can relate to my views
  And couple with their problems (Uh!)
  Turn this up, fucks ya problem?
  This is real shit, homie
  In the booth with the four-fifth
  Only two clips, so the other clip
  Don't get, lonely homie, pull it homie
  No shit homie, know me? (Yeah!)
  Get in work, fa' we puffin licks, homie (Yeah!)
  I got the vocal chords, wanna hear some more? (Yeah!)
  How I ran a block, dropped and picked up brauds
  In a hooptie not a drop-top, got ya bitch up more (Yeah!)
  Switch next-shift, from the block-shift
  To the wreck-shift, then I got the click up raw (Yeah!)
  Hatin' niggas get shot up in liquor stores
  Beat, strapped and tied up with extension cords
  Holla
    [Chorus - Freeway]
  Freeway's in Full Effect
  And all I need is one reason just to pull this burner
  Cause, y'all taught me to go next
  And I'ma be goddamned if I'ma give my turn up
  Freeway's in Full Effect
  And all I need is one reason just to pull this ratchet out
  Yall taught me to go next
  And I'ma be goddamned if I'ma squeaze my cannon
    [Young Neef]
  Yeah, Uh, Young Gunz, Neef (WHAT?)
  Yo, Yo, Yo Yo
  Far as I'm hearing, y'all doing alot of comparing
  Cuz Young Neef's on the block missing alot of appearence
  Yeah youngin' still got it in, 120 a gram
  Now that have yo smokers, and yo fiends
  Leanin' like a kick-stand
  I'd send my brother for ya mother man
  Put up blocks in em'
  Dead presidents wrapped in rubber-bands
  Chatti' will pistol-whips
  That'll rip through shit
  I hate a prick, I'd kill his bitch
  And make her lick the dick
  Neef, keeps out more then an extended clip
  Cuz I rather be judged by 12 then carried by 6
  And I can show you how to DO THIS SHIT!
  Get ya straight and get ya cake right?
  Let us smoke and test ya weight
  Before you take it to plate
  Rock it down, stuff the shit in five eighths
  Early and not late (Uh!)
  Don't be makin' no mistakes
  Put it out and then you bring it back straight
  It's more money to make
  Holla
    [Chorus - Young Neef]
  Neef Bucks in Full Effect
  And all I need is one reason just to pull this burner
  Cause, y'all taught me to go next
  And I'ma be goddamned if I'ma give my turn up
  Neef Bucks in Full Effect
  And all I need is one reason just to pull this ratchet out
  Yall taught me to go next
  And I'ma be goddamned if I'ma squeaze my cannon
    [Young Chris]
  Uh, Uh, Yo, A'yo
  Young Gunna, just another victim of the ghetto nigga
  Post and Pivot and distrubute the work
  My Pop broke as filthy got addicted to work
  Man, they say it's a shame, but they say it's the game
  I made my way through the game
  Rowdy lil youngin', was the snotty nosed youngin'
  E'rybody lil youngin'
  They only youngin' out huggin' that pavement
  For paper, and was shoveling pavement for neighbors
  I never made it to them 5 on 5's (Uh!)
  They was playin' live, I was tryin' stay live!
  Tryin' to stay alive!
  Moms workin' 11:30 to curfew, I was tryin' to stay til' 5
  Hopin' the corners stay alive, while I'm killin' it
  Can't stop me before the day I'm robbed
  I'll be coppin' again
  So fuck a day job while I'm feelin' it
  They ain't stoppin me
  Straight from the center to "State Property" (UH!)
    [Chorus - Young Chris]
  Young Chris in Full Effect
  And all I need is one reason just to pull this burner
  Cause, Yall taught me to go next
  And I'ma be goddamned if I'ma give my turn up
  Young Chris in Full Effect
  And all I need is one reason just to pull this ratchet out
  Yall taught me to go next
  And I'ma be goddamned if I'ma squeaze my cannon