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Some information about Down the Line Joint Lyrics Title: Black Rob - Down the Line Joint lyrics Artist: Black Rob Album: Life Story Visitors: 9 visitors have visited Down the Line Joint Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. Verse One: Puffy When night fallsthat 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 nervouslive 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 readydon t sleep on them Ain t pettyyou 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 maneuversthat 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 donesee 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 themThen 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 versegutless 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 outlet it all out With or without you I m for war Some shit worth dying forah-huh Niggas gone fall out The got us up against the wall Here I call outlet it all out With or without you I m for war Some shit worth dying forah-huh Verse Three: Black Rob Yo You want hot soupI got shit like up on in attica Guns ridiculous like battle star galactica What s thiswant to insult my family? La familiaactin like ones of us goin to kill ya I want ya ll dues Shit hit the fanwe going to be eatin your food Time up in the new Then tortureI rip a niggas toe nails off WhatI didn t here the news five slayin the law Manhow I don t want do these catz I lay mousetraps for those mice house niggas that house gats They want to out meI know killers from down south be Who know and understandthere ain t a thing sweet about me I earn my respectand I was born to wreck Spit techsby your rockets threw jets Who s nextto get hit by firepower that s so raw Go play 4-4 s ready for war Verse Four: Mase All outwhat what Wanna blowwhat what Teamsters what what Mother Fucker gt;From Monday to Sundayit s all about the money Nigga ain t got mineI guarantee I m gun play Moms says makes u going to need that money one day Bitch I m in the jetBenz on the runway Don t be fooledstill 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 upprey 4 my day up No one where my bitch liveplot where I lay up If you got coke way upGot doe then pay up Niggas shoot at me a nigga better spray up Cause God forbidyou 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 causemy 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 flannelthis man knew any clan We re here for the catz in the minivan Got let this schemmy plan Pay me manscan Sexcars any money Sex guard the money With this gunit be hard to run me Get it rightor get it tonight Better tonight Set up your wifewith 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 Hottest songs from Black Rob : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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