Line of Fire

[Verse 1: Juvenile]

As far as I can remember, whodie, dude was a clown

But he still used to be in on everything that went down

Hooked me up for 250 a pound

Shit I figured I could make a fire come-up serving 60 an ounce

It was that poo though, and I wasn’t about getting played

From a couple of dreads probably in with the feds, he said

“We didn’t come here to accept no loss

Me selling it to you wholesale at minimum cost”

Look dread, I’ve been around a long time

And you ain’t gon sell me no anything, I’m on mine

They answered with guns instead of with tongues

They hit lil daddy up twice, once in both of his lungs. Shit

We buss back, them niggas still got hit

Fuckin’ with some new Jamaicans in the bricks, who look like a snitch

So I played as though I wasn’t there

I took a crucial lick in the pocket, but I didn’t care, I was……

(Hook: Trey Songz)

Living in the Line of Fire

Living in the Line of Fire

Living in the Line of Fire

Living in the Line of Fire

[Verse 2: Juvenile]

All the shit that I done been through in the past few years

I think the Lord that I’m still breathing, and I’m still here

I’m glad I wasn’t drinking when I had that fight

Cause lil daddy would’ve probably lost his life that night

I’m a rapper, but I’m a man too

And I’m not trying to fuck over you whodie, I’m trying to understand you

There’s only so much I can handle

You shouldn’t never tried to use a nigga as an example

On top of that my people stole from me

And I was hooking them up, about to take them on the road with me

I tightened my circle with limited trust

Can’t no outsiders come take a trip with me on a bus

I’m not concerned about you keeping in touch

My only hollers when I’m seeing you bruh, that the G in me bruh

I said and mean it, look nigga I’m working

I got something for you bitches, yeah I see yall searching. Holla...

(Hook)

Verse 3:

Nigga trying to take me to court for stealing

Plus can’t find another way to approach a million

It was funny til they subpoenaed me to be the opposed

These niggas ain’t positive, these is hoes

You better watch them fellas, them cats is thieves

They stole one of Michael Jackson’s songs with ease

Still I wasn’t trippin, I won that case

Now the right muthafuckin smile is on my face

And I teach my niggas how to hold they ground

A 38’s an A.K. when the shit goes down

Dead nigga can’t tell me how the shit gon sound

We could quickly turn it into a complete ghost town, what?

It’s not about me having a war

It’s about me not obeying the law

But what’s right? I feel right is when my children is fed

And they got a roof over they head, nigga enough said

(Hook)

Whoo Whoo.. I’m living…..

Living in the line…. (Repeat)