Letra de Line It Up

[Verse 1: Mozzy]
It's really what my life like, killer in the limelight
La-la, dope smoke, trying to get my mind right
'05, popping pills, smoking hella prime time
Bitch mad at me 'cause I never seem to find time
I was rocking 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 fucking 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, 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 before it gets better
You know me, I'm from the food stamp wick era
The four-door five series with the interiors
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 till your man's parish (Yup)
Couple funerals will always give a man leverage
Yeah, if it don't make you a spy, you can't sweat it
Armstrong dice on fire, you can't bet it
My pass time is chess boards and Calisthenics
Love seeing 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, take it
Imitating blow had me trafficking out that stole-o
Seven days straight, clothes looking like I'ma hobo
I was moving 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 freezing up like a photo
Go dumb playing tough, he ain't working 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 throwing bullets like Tony Romo
Money somewhere piling up, now I'm on that fuck 'em shit
[?] standing up, nigga, I ain't ducking shit
I was in the kitchen with it, [?] trying to cop a brick
Homies say the price is right, play it and I'ma pop the stick
[?] be an issue, home do no talking
[?] water, finna' give himself and find his body floating with a dolphin
No coffin, focus the damage and clean your block like a janitor
Bitch, you gon' get this work, get your [?] run 'em like scavengers
Probably fly in to Canada, packages come from Panama
I've been working this shit out from [?], check my stamina
Play me out, expect I will pull up and get your [?]
Guess I had 'em paramedics pumping your chest

[Verse 4: Dave East]
For that cheque, I'ma catch a body
I caught him in his lobby on the run for three months
I'm an accomplice to a homi
I got a call from Mozzy, drive-bys on Ducatis
Trae know I'm the truth, a nigga dying if he try me
I'm with sliders and they grimy
He ain't had no key, I caught him trying to buzz in the building
Taking too long, got him (Got him)
All my moves is Mafia, a descendant of Gotti (Gotti)
You trying 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 swamp meat
I be doing meet and greets, pistol clothes touch
She cheated to get the coke
In real life, you niggas broke, Tyga with the Bocce
Eyes looking 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]