Black Rob - Down The Line Joint Lyrics
Featuring g-dep, marc curry, mase, & puff daddyVerse one: puffyWhen night falls, thats when it all beginsBe prepared we can allow no loose endsI highly recommend yall bring your armsThis is no false alarmThey want to do us harmLike Im nervous, live inside a glass houseThey want to bring us downThen drag us outIts all about niggas that doubt our reputationStartn conflict and dont know what they facingWant twist us all in there black magic? suggest paper of wars and break havocAre u ready, dont sleep on themAint petty, you get that ass thrown like infedyMeet me at the getaway spot in a jiffyLeave all the does behind that act iffyWe got maneuvers, thats hard to beatTill the other side retreatsUnder six feet beneathCmonVerse two: mark curryI told u that is a saw I woreIm a killWhen the rebel yells song that dont stop tillIts done, see I got guns and I m sickSee how you said meet me here and I came quickThem same catz on the most wanted listWe can hit them, then straight disappear in the mist? ,wont cease to existI shoot to kill and Ill be damned if I missA warrior waiting for armageddonI get serious as hell when Im threatenedIntent to get hostile break into a rage of furySend them back their apostles fossils and crazed rightA rude awakening and but now Im alertAnd thats right down my line of workThe whole brotherhood new verse, gutless cowards with no backAnd watch how they all fall flatAhhChorus:Niggas gone fall outThe got us up against the wallHere I call out, let it all outWith or without you Im for warSome shit worth dying for, ah-huhNiggas gone fall outThe got us up against the wallHere I call out, let it all outWith or without you Im for warSome shit worth dying for, ah-huhVerse three: black robYo,You want hot soup, I got shit like up on in atticaGuns ridiculous like battle star galacticaWhats this, want to insult my family?La familia, actin like ones of us goin to kill yaI want yall dues,Shit hit the fan, we going to be eatin your foodTime up in the newThen torture, I rip a niggas toe nails offWhat, I didnt here the news five slayin the lawMan, how I dont want do these catzI lay mousetraps for those mice house niggas that house gatsThey want to out me, I know killers from down south beWho know and understand, there aint a thing sweet about meI earn my respect, and I was born to wreckSpit techs, by your rockets threw jetsWhos next, to get hit by firepower thats so rawGo play 4-4s ready for warVerse four: maseAll out, what what,Wanna blow, what whatTeamsters what whatMother *****er]from monday to sunday, its all about the moneyNigga aint got mine, I guarantee Im gun playMoms says makes u going to need that money one day***** Im in the jet, benz on the runwayDont be fooled, still squeeze toolsMoney like that why the ***** I need schoolM-a dollar sign e rulesHundred g jewels,Vacate places you dont even need shoesSame catz say stay up, prey 4 my day upNo one where my ***** live, plot where I lay upIf you got coke way up, got doe then pay upNiggas shoot at me a nigga better spray upCause God forbid, you hit me in my ribs and I liveComin back and getting you and your kidsChorusVerse five: g-depDom dom domThought I heard somethingLast cat that I heard frontinBurned up herb huntinWord cause, my heard somethingSplurge something,Now I dont care who I hitIts who I hit I knew I hitWhom would understand thoughWe vandals and land rolesProgram for our own channelsAnd flannel, this man knew any clanWere here for the catz in the minivanGot let this schemmy planPay me man, scanSex, cars any moneySex guard the moneyWith this gun, it be hard to run meGet it right, or get it tonightBetter tonight,Set up your wife, with the head of the nightDont fold cause my goals imbedded with iceTo my tents dimming the lightIm bendin this micLot of niggas dont comprehendLots niggas look sloppy whenThey dont see me and I see themChorusChorus
