Down the Line Joint

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 Startin conflict and don't know what they facing Want twist us all in there black magic ? suggest paper of wars and break havoc Are you ready, don't sleep on them Ain't petty, you get that ass thrown like confetti 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 They got us up against the wall Here to call out, let it all out With or without you I'm for war Some shit's worth dying for, ah-huh Niggas gone fall out They got us up against the wall Here to call out, let it all out With or without you I'm for war Some shit's 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 Battlestar Galactica What's this, want to insult my family? La Familia, actin like ones of us gonna 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 "Mase, you gon 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 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 Gotta let this schemmie 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