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Black Rob - Down The Line Joint
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Featuring g-dep, marc curry, mase, & puff daddy Verse one: puffy When night falls, thats when it all begins Be prepared we can allow no loose ends I highly recommend yall bring your arms This is no false alarm They want to do us harm Like Im nervous, live inside a glass house They want to bring us down Then drag us out Its all about niggas that doubt our reputation Startn conflict and dont know what they facing Want twist us all in there black magic ? suggest paper of wars and break havoc Are u ready, dont sleep on them Aint petty, you get that ass thrown like infedy Meet me at the getaway spot in a jiffy Leave all the does behind that act iffy We got maneuvers, thats hard to beat Till the other side retreats Under six feet beneath Cmon Verse two: mark curry I told u that is a saw I wore Im a kill When the rebel yells song that dont stop till Its done, see I got guns and I m sick See how you said meet me here and I came quick Them same catz on the most wanted list We can hit them, then straight disappear in the mist ? ,wont cease to exist I shoot to kill and Ill be damned if I miss A warrior waiting for armageddon I get serious as hell when Im threatened Intent to get hostile break into a rage of fury Send them back their apostles fossils and crazed right A rude awakening and but now Im alert And thats right down my line of work The whole brotherhood new verse, gutless cowards with no back And watch how they all fall flat Ahh Chorus: Niggas gone fall out The got us up against the wall Here I call out, let it all out With or without you Im for war Some shit worth dying for, ah-huh Niggas gone fall out The got us up against the wall Here I call out, let it all out With or without you Im for war Some shit worth dying for, ah-huh Verse three: black rob Yo, You want hot soup, I got shit like up on in attica Guns ridiculous like battle star galactica Whats this, want to insult my family? La familia, actin like ones of us goin to kill ya I want yall dues, Shit hit the fan, we going to be eatin your food Time up in the new Then torture, I rip a niggas toe nails off What, I didnt here the news five slayin the law Man, how I dont want do these catz I lay mousetraps for those mice house niggas that house gats They want to out me, I know killers from down south be Who know and understand, there aint a thing sweet about me I earn my respect, and I was born to wreck Spit techs, by your rockets threw jets Whos next, to get hit by firepower thats so raw Go play 4-4s ready for war Verse four: mase All out, what what, Wanna blow, what what Teamsters what what Mother fucker ]from monday to sunday, its all about the money Nigga aint got mine, I guarantee Im gun play Moms says makes u going to need that money one day Bitch Im in the jet, benz on the runway Dont be fooled, still squeeze tools Money like that why the fuck I need school M-a dollar sign e rules Hundred g jewels, Vacate places you dont even need shoes Same catz say stay up, prey 4 my day up No one where my bitch live, plot where I lay up If you got coke way up, got doe then pay up Niggas shoot at me a nigga better spray up Cause God forbid, you hit me in my ribs and I live Comin back and getting you and your kids Chorus Verse five: g-dep Dom dom dom Thought I heard something Last cat that I heard frontin Burned up herb huntin Word cause, my heard something Splurge something, Now I dont care who I hit Its who I hit I knew I hit Whom would understand though We vandals and land roles Program for our own channels And flannel, this man knew any clan Were here for the catz in the minivan Got let this schemmy plan Pay me man, scan Sex, cars any money Sex guard the money With this gun, it be hard to run me Get it right, or get it tonight Better tonight, Set up your wife, with the head of the night Dont fold cause my goals imbedded with ice To my tents dimming the light Im bendin this mic Lot of niggas dont comprehend Lots niggas look sloppy when They dont see me and I see them Chorus Chorus
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