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Testi-musica-canzoni.it > Testi lettera R > Rob Black > Life Story - Down The Line JointVerse 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 
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