Line It Up

[Verse 1: Mozzy] It's really what my life like, killer in the limelight La-la, dope smoke, tryna get my mind right '05, poppin' pills, smokin' hella prime time Bitch mad at me 'cause I never seem to find time I was rockin' G-Shocks, had to get my ice right Niggas on the sideline, we do that on shit on eyesight Me and E cutting up, swanged 'em and he bite like Every lil' bitch that I be fuckin' kind of right, right I really live a trife life, got to keep a pipe life Please don't let him catch you without it or its night-night Used to call him Izod, but now they call him Mozzy All you got to do is drop five or call me for that body Abuse him with the jumper, The Gleeker, he hold Scotty It looked like I was tagging him, I don't know if I got him (It looked like I was tagging him, I don't know if I got him) [Verse 2: Jadakiss] D-Block Yeah, they say it take a real man to admit error It's gon' take a long time 'fore it gets better You know me, I'm from the food stamp, WIC era The four-door five series with the Anteras There's a lot of things in life that you can't cherish When the haters in the light, then you can't flourish (Nah) Can't sleep good at night 'til your mans perish (Yup) Couple funerals will always give a man leverage Yeah, if it don't make you perspire, you can't sweat it Arm strong, dice on fire, you can't bet it A pastime is chess boards and calisthenics Love seein' coroner vans and paramedics The best to those that befriended me (The best) Even success to all my enemies (Yes) Permanent scars so you remember me This is a real nigga assembly [Verse 3: Trae the Truth] Yeah, check it Imitatin' blow had me traffickin' out that stole-o Seven days straight, clothes lookin' like I'ma hobo I was movin' solo, two choppers off in the four-door Might put a few through your chest, make 'em stitch it up like a logo Run up in the spot, niggas freezin' up like a photo Go to playin' tough, he ain't work 'em like I was Kodo I used to sit the bench, they ain't picture me going pro though Now I pulled up on the block throwin' bullets like Tony Romo Money somewhere pilin' up, now I'm on that fuck 'em shit Solid so I'm standing up, nigga, I ain't duckin' shit I was in the kitchen with it, Tom was trying to cop a brick Homies say the price is right, play and I'ma pop the stick Let it be a issue, home, do no talkin', who harder? Finna' get him soft and find his body floatin' with a dolphin, no coffin Focus the damage and clean your block like a janitor Bitch, you gon' get this work, hit your corner, run 'em like scavengers Probably flight it to Canada, packages come from Panama I've been workin' this shit out for 'bout a week, check my stamina Play me out, respect, I'ma pull up and get your [?], second guess I had 'em paramedics pumpin' your chest Stupid ass [Verse 4: Dave East] For that check, I'ma catch a body I caught him in his lobby on the run for three months I'ma accomplice to a homi' I got a call from Mozzy, drive-bys on Ducatis Trae know I'm the truth, a nigga dyin' if he try me I'm with sliders and they grimy He ain't had no key, I caught him tryna to buzz in the buildin' Taking too long, got him (Got him) All my moves is Mafia, a descendant of Gotti (Gotti) You tryna to box like Rocky, you'll be in the box, you copy? (Copy) Mami like, "Ooh, Papi, go down on me sloppy" You bootleg niggas got your style from the swap meet I be doin' meet and greets, pistol clothes Tell Chi Chi to get the coke In real life, you niggas broke, Tyga with the Bocce Eyes lookin' Asian, so fuck it, we order saké Shrimp fried rice, so it was either beef or broccoli (Either or) Real life, I'm with killers, I know they momma though Stick on my body when drama close, vámonos [Verse 5: E Mozzy] Even when it's storm headed straight to the money 'Cause I don't go get it, nobody gon' bring it to me Pussy caught me leakin', nigga tried to bring it to me If you ain't gonna fly, watch how I bring it to 'em No Whiskey with the shot, you won't even see it comin' Do the whole dance on your ass, see me comin' Bad bitch double back with the trap, all hunnids Show her how to ball now she sayin' that she love me Keep somethin' on me 'cause shit can get ugly Money in my pocket, I put it on your skully Pull-up doin' hop-outs in the buggy Couples niggas got hit, Lord knows they got lucky [Outro: E Mozzy] Lord knows they got lucky Couples niggas got hit, Lord knows they got lucky Lord knows they got lucky Couples niggas got hit, Lord knows they got lucky