Down The Line Joint Lyrics
| Song | Down The Line Joint |
| Artist | Black Rob |
| Artist | G |
| Artist | Dep |
| Artist | Mark Curry |
| Artist | Mase |
| Artist | Diddy |
| Album | Life Story |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Betha, Coleman, Combs, Curry ... | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : Betha, Coleman, Combs, Curry ... | |
| featuring GDep, 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, ahhuh | |
| 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, ahhuh | |
| 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 44' 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 | |
| MA 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: GDep | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Betha, Coleman, Combs, Curry ... | |
| featuring GDep, 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, ahhuh | |
| 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, ahhuh | |
| 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 44' 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 | |
| MA 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: GDep | |
| 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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