Down the Line Joint

[Puffy] When night falls - that's when it all begins Be prepared; we can allow no loose ends I highly recommend y'all 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 their black magic Suggest paper of wars and break havoc Are you ready? Don't sleep on them Ain't petty, you get that ass thrown like confetti 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 [Mark Curry] 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, I got guns, and I'm sick See how you said meet me here, and I came quick? Them same cats 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 Ah [Chorus x 2] Niggas gon' fall out They 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 [Black Rob] Yo, you want hot soup? I got shit like up on in Attica Guns ridiculous like Battlestar Galactica What's this, want to insult my family? La familia actin' like one of us goin' to kill ya I want y'all 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 hear the news? Five slayin' the law Man, how I don't want do these cats I lay mousetraps for those mice-house niggas that house gats They want to out me I know killers from down south, B 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 [Mase] All out, what, what Want to 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 you 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 cats say stay up, pray for 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] [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 It's who I hit I knew I hit Who 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 cats in the minivan Got let this schemey 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 embedded 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 x 2]