Black Rob

Black Rob - Down The Line Joint lyrics

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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

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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Bad Boy Entertainment

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Released in: 2000

Language: English

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