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 |