Artist: D-Gotti f/ Big Moe, D-Reck
Album:  Street Sermon
Song:   On the Freeway
Typed by: Lil Hustle

(*talking*)
D-Gotti and D-Reck, Johnny Dangerous know I'm saying
Know I'm saying, the fast lane gotta feel that
Know I'm tal'n bout, gain the pain feel that know I'm saying
Nigga sustain, ain't no laughing matter though fuck that
Feds ain't plying, know I'm tal'n bout
All my real niggaz feel that got to, know I'm saying
This how it go down in the street, coming from a G D-Gotti
Know I'm tal'n bout, mash for my dream

[Chorus: Big Moe - 2x]
On the freeway-ay-ay-ay, (in the fast lane, of the game
With all this pain, it's hard to maintain without losing my brain)

[D-Gotti]
Labeled a menace outcast, living too fast
All the pain that I passed, plus the feds on my ass
Possess the charisma to last, but my focus ain't on point
Turning nothing ass hoes, in too many wet up joints
Lord anoint my head, with the oil for I spar
Last night up in the war, broke a bitch nigga jaw
But then I saw my life, flash before my eyes
Plain to see, but they tried to put some heat up in my life
And I ain't lying nigga stay crying, reminiscing
Inside screaming for peace, but see nobody'll listen
My younger brother is missing, cause mama ain't been the same since
Say she smoke most to free her mind, from being so tense
Missed the bus by a inch, but my bitch might roll over
Cause last bus she caught me riding, with this hoe through the Clover
I could feel the power of these V-12 motors, through my vein
And all this pain, got me on the freeway

[Chorus - 2x]

[D-Reck]
I make my moves to win, I ain't trying to lose
Niggaz don't know the value of time, down broken fools
I never cruise I choose, to use the fast lane
Front line insane, brought my mind to maintain
Or my brain to take the pain, in this thang change game
Hustling players simple plain, retire my jersey in the game of street fame
Niggaz want things to stay the same, one thing's constant that's change
On the top they hate it mayn, lied to the laws so I stay in the game
Those who know know, I keep the pedal to the flo'
Friends or foes both do's, D-Reck lived every word he wrote
And every word I quote, it's a word of hope
Better than dope a helping a hand, get a real nigga up the slope
I live for the truth, niggaz died for lies
No surprise we ride, we new millennium wise guys
For D-Reck it ain't no thang, this fast lane when he ride
In the end it's a win, long as he died as he tried

[Chorus - 2x]

[D-Gotti]
This way of life, born in to the streets sworn in
All in black cause we mourning, shots are fired no warning

[D-Reck]
Grab my weapons and join in, memories of my partna haunting
A games pistol pointing, bullets rain till morning

[D-Gotti]
Torment came with us, Sonny and Johnny Dangerous
Aim to bust switching lanes, Excursion truck unlimited run

[D-Reck]
In God we trust and help bust, might as well gon' take the bus
Ash to ashes dust to dust, real niggaz do as they must

[D-Gotti]
Fat cash in the back of the bus, hit the fast lane in a rush
Players gotta lil' cash stacked up, now we got sirens tailing us
Shot out the front tires failing us, now they got us going through the brush
Telling Johnny in a monster truck, I'm coming down with the K and bust
Ain't no sense in both of us, somebody gotta tell the story
Blood sweat and glory, hopped out bullets hit my body in a flurry

[D-Reck]
I ain't scared what word be said, front page two real niggaz dead
Sonny Bobo Johnny Dangerous, nam'e not with the Hillside Stranglers
Ain't no big what they did, like Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid
No bodies found buried closed lids, or they here with Pac and B.I.G.
Now wouldn't that be the shit, now wouldn't that be the shit
Now wouldn't that be the shit, now wouldn't that be the shit

[Chorus - 2x]