Down The Line Joint Lyrics by Black Rob

Down The Line Joint Lyrics

    featuring G-Dep, Marc Curry, Mase, & Puff Daddy

    Verse One: Puffy
    When night falls, that's when it all begins
    Be prepared we can allow no loose ends
    I highly recommend ya'll bring your arms
    This is no false alarm
    They want to do us harm
    Like I'm nervous, live inside a glass house
    They want to bring us down
    Then drag us out
    It's all about niggas that doubt our reputation
    Start'n conflict and don't know what they facing
    Want twist us all in there black magic
    ? suggest paper of wars and break havoc
    Are u ready, don't sleep on them
    Ain't 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, that's hard to beat
    Till the other side retreats
    Under six feet beneath
    C'mon

    Verse Two: Mark Curry
    I told u that is a saw I wore
    I'm a kill
    When the rebel yells song that don't stop till
    It's 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
    ?,Won't cease to exist
    I shoot to kill and I'll be damned if I miss
    A warrior waiting for Armageddon
    I get serious as hell when I'm threatened
    Intent to get hostile break into a rage of fury
    Send them back their apostle's fossils and crazed right
    A rude awakening and but now I'm alert
    And that's 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 I'm 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 I'm 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
    What's this, want to insult my family?
    La familia, actin like ones of us goin to kill ya
    I want ya'll 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 didn't here the news five slayin the law
    Man, how I don't 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 ain't a thing sweet about me
    I earn my respect, and I was born to wreck
    Spit techs, by your rockets threw jets
    Who's next, to get hit by firepower that's so raw
    Go play 4-4's ready for war

    Verse Four: Mase
    All out, what what,
    Wanna blow, what what
    Teamsters what what
    Mother Fucker
    ]From Monday to Sunday, it's all about the money
    Nigga ain't got mine, I guarantee I'm gun play
    Moms says makes u going to need that money one day
    Bitch I'm in the jet, Benz on the runway
    Don't 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 don't 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 don't care who I hit
    Its who I hit I knew I hit
    Who'm would understand though
    We vandals and land roles
    Program for our own channels
    And flannel, this man knew any clan
    We're 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
    Don't fold cause my goals imbedded with ice
    To my tents dimming the light
    I'm bendin this mic
    Lot of niggas don't comprehend
    Lots niggas look sloppy when
    They don't see me and I see them

    Chorus
    Chorus

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