Line It Up - Mozzy, Trae Tha Truth, Jadakiss

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)

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

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

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

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

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