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Текст песни Black Rob f G-Dep, Marc Curry, Mase, Puf - Down the Line Joint

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Verse One: PuffyWhen night falls, that`s when it all beginsBe prepared we can allow no loose endsI highly recommend ya`ll bring your armsThis is no false alarmThey want to do us harmLike I`m nervous, live inside a glass houseThey want to bring us downThen drag us outIt`s all about niggas that doubt our reputationStart`n conflict and don`t know what they facingWant twist us all in there black magic ? suggest paper of wars and break havocAre u ready, don`t sleep on themAin`t petty, you get that ass thrown like infedyMeet me at the getaway spot in a jiffyLeave all the does behind that act iffyWe got maneuvers, that`s hard to beatTill the other side retreatsUnder six feet beneathC`monVerse Two: Mark CurryI told u that is a saw I woreI`m a kill When the rebel yells song that don`t stop tillIt`s done, see I got guns and I m sickSee how you said meet me here and I came quickThem same catz on the most wanted listWe can hit them, Then straight disappear in the mist?,Won`t cease to existI shoot to kill and I`ll be damned if I missA warrior waiting for ArmageddonI get serious as hell when I`m threatenedIntent to get hostile break into a rage of furySend them back their apostle`s fossils and crazed rightA rude awakening and but now I`m alertAnd that`s right down my line of workThe whole Brotherhood new verse, gutless cowards with no backAnd watch how they all fall flat AhhChorus:Niggas gone fall outThe got us up against the wall Here I call out, let it all outWith or without you I`m for war Some shit worth dying for, ah-huhNiggas gone fall outThe got us up against the wall Here I call out, let it all outWith or without you I`m for war Some shit worth dying for, ah-huhVerse Three: Black RobYo,You want hot soup, I got shit like up on in atticaGuns ridiculous like battle star galacticaWhat`s this, want to insult my family?La familia, actin like ones of us goin to kill yaI want ya`ll dues, Shit hit the fan, we going to be eatin your foodTime up in the newThen torture, I rip a niggas toe nails offWhat, I didn`t here the news five slayin the lawMan, how I don`t want do these catzI lay mousetraps for those mice house niggas that house gatsThey want to out me, I know killers from down south beWho know and understand, there ain`t a thing sweet about meI earn my respect, and I was born to wreckSpit techs, by your rockets threw jetsWho`s next, to get hit by firepower that`s so rawGo play 4-4`s ready for warVerse Four: MaseAll out, what what, Wanna blow, what whatTeamsters what whatMother Fucker>From Monday to Sunday, it`s all about the moneyNigga ain`t got mine, I guarantee I`m gun playMoms says makes u going to need that money one dayBitch I`m in the jet, Benz on the runwayDon`t be fooled, still squeeze toolsMoney like that why the fuck I need schoolM-A dollar sign E rulesHundred G jewels, Vacate places you don`t even need shoesSame catz say stay up, prey 4 my day upNo one where my bitch live, plot where I lay upIf you got coke way up, Got doe then pay upNiggas shoot at me a nigga better spray upCause God forbid, you hit me in my Ribs and I liveComin back and getting you and your kidsChorusVerse Five: G-DepDom Dom DomThought I heard somethingLast cat that I heard frontinBurned up herb huntinWord cause, my heard somethingSplurge something, Now I don`t care who I hitIts who I hit I knew I hitWho`m would understand thoughWe vandals and land rolesProgram for our own channelsAnd flannel, this man knew any clanWe`re here for the catz in the minivanGot let this schemmy planPay me man, scanSex, cars any moneySex guard the moneyWith this gun, it be hard to run meGet it right, or get it tonightBetter tonight, Set up your wife, with the head of the nightDon`t fold cause my goals imbedded with iceTo my tents dimming the lightI`m bendin this micLot of niggas don`t comprehendLots niggas look sloppy whenThey don`t see me and I see themChorus Chorus

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