- Song Name: Down the Line Joint
- Artist Name: Black Rob
- Album: Life Story
- Songwriters: Jeremy A Graham, Mark Curry, Mason Betha, Robert Ross, S Combs, Trevell Coleman
- Release Date: 1999.09.28
- Label: Bad Boy Entertainment
LYRICS FOR "Down the Line Joint"
When night falls
Be prepared
I highly recommend ya'll bring your arms
This is no false alarm
Like I'm nervous
They want to bring us down
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
[Unverified] suggest paper of wars and break havoc
Are you ready
Ain't petty
Meet me at the getaway spot in a jiffy
Leave all the does behind that act iffy
We got maneuvers
Till the other side retreats under six feet beneath
I told you that is a saw I wore
I'm a kill when the rebel yells song that don't stop
Till it's done
See how you said meet me here and I came quick
Them same catz on the most wanted list
We can hit them
[Unverified]
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
And watch how they all fall flat
Niggas gone fall out
Here I call out
With or without you I'm for war
Some s*** worth dying for
Niggas gone fall out
Here I call out
With or without you
Some s*** worth dying for
Yo
Guns ridiculous like battle star galactica
What's this
La familia
I want ya'll dues
Time up in the new
What
Man
I lay mousetraps for those mice house niggas that house gats
They want to out me
Who know and understand
I earn my respect
Spit techs
Who's next
Go play 4-4's ready for war
All out
Teamsters what what
From Monday to Sunday
Nigga ain't got mine
Mom's says makes you going to need that money one day
B****
Don't be fooled
Money like that
M-A dollar sign E rules
Vacate places you don't even need shoes
Same catz say stay up
No one where my b**** live
If you got coke way up
Niggas shoot at me a nigga better spray up
'Cause God forbid
Comin' back and getting you and your kids
Niggas gone fall out
Here I call out
With or without you I'm for war
Some s*** worth dying for
Niggas gone fall out
Here I call out
With or without you I'm for war
Some s*** worth dying for
Dom
Last cat that I heard frontin'
Word 'cause
Now I don't care who I hit
Whom would understand though
Program for our own channels and flannel
We're here for the catz in the minivan
Pay me man
Sex guard the money with this gun
Get it right
Set up your wife
Don't fold cause my goals embedded with ice
To my tents dimming the light
Lot of niggas don't comprehend
Lots niggas look sloppy when
They don't see me and I see them
Niggas gone fall out
Here I call out
With or without you I'm for war
Some s*** worth dying for
Niggas gone fall out
Here I call out
With or without you I'm for war
Some s*** worth dying for
Niggas gone fall out
Here I call out
With or without you I'm for war
Some s*** worth dying for
Niggas gone fall out
Here I call out
With or without you I'm for war
Some s*** worth dying for
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