Lyrics Line Of Fire Pt. 5 - Nines, Likkle T, Fatz

Line Of Fire Pt. 5

Zino Records
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Why you fear me?
gotta ask yourself that
From I was 13 I’ve been known burst off my strap
Off my, switching lanes starting learning to rap
It’s just the game now these niggas feel is learning to dab
We don’t dab we don’t bop we don’t lean
We be on the curb side with sweets in the machine
A machine, Violate who?
Think to stand where?
Bullets in your face make your nigga have to stand clear
7 on some jewels, 7 on some shoes
Point me out then I’ll probably spray 7 out the tool
Out the, Visions of Wayne now I’m seeing Reece
All my close friends, Close friends seem to be deceased
Dare a nigga say Likkle T up on a track
Be the first one known for hand squeezing my strap
Till the hearse run over and they leave in the back
I’m a Church Road soldier let me leave it at that
Zino in veins, ain’t no fear in my heart
Ask my nigga Likkle T Cuh he was there from the start
I ain’t broke but I miss Ca$h
10 Chains on bitches catching whiplash
I had stacks before rap niggas been eating
Walk in Louie cop the whole spring season
They acting like I don’t clap niggas
Like I weren’t a hitta way before I had hittas
I be jumping out with cannons, Gun down niggas from the front door
Masked up niggas can’t see me in my Tom Fords
Cruddy motherfucker from the get go
Ten toe, niggas have to move when I say so
You should have saw them niggas running for their life
I got the long chopper at the end its got a knife
You get burst, so I don’t wan' hear about no competition
Cah I beat corn at any little opposition
I’m with my hitta and I’m chilling near the staircase
Telling me he done the mazza then I tell him fair play
However it is they gotta get it
All them niggas pussy at heart and I can bet it
Mans clappers, all eyes on me
I got them niggas shook like they wan' go pee
Niggas freeze up and I ain’t even back the cannon out
You ain’t bout no crud chatty mouth
Zino in veins, ain’t no fear in my heart
Ask my nigga Likkle T Cuh he was there from the start
I ain’t broke but I miss Ca$h
10 Chains on bitches catching whiplash
I had stacks before rap niggas been eating
Walk in Louie cop the whole spring season
They acting like I don’t clap niggas
Like I weren’t a hitta way before I had hittas
Feeling like the king at what I do
I’m bagging white with couple divas in the room
They roll it up and give me 2's
Hands dirty talking hella different food
So when they pass it I can’t even hold a zoot
They hold it up and give me 2's
Hold it up if you be juggin' getting loot
Cos I know niggas that be really making moves
We getting money then it’s deuce
So much reload man I could of bought a coupe
Early morning posted with a cup of soup
And all them packs are getting moved
I was right outside of Pak’s go ask them youts
But being broke some more my nigga I refuse
Like you don’t wanna flash them jewels
Early morning treat my shit just like a movie
Like a scene from set it off in Suits
I’ll shoot anything that moves
I was the hottest, still the hottest in the room
I do numbers plus do runnings in the booth
They doing JuJu on my views
Likkle sipping nigga on the roofs
I shoot crap cuh that nigga bit the fruit
I’ll blow your marrow through the roof
Zino in veins, ain’t no fear in my heart
Ask my nigga Likkle T Cuh he was there from the start
I ain’t broke but I miss Ca$h
10 Chains on bitches catching whiplash
I had stacks before rap niggas been eating
Walk in Louie cop the whole spring season
They acting like I don’t clap niggas
Like I weren’t a hitta way before I had hittas
Life long beef if a nigga touch me
Blow him out his polo, blow him out his burberry
Real hood niggas ain’t out in country
Make city boy money and I make my gun beat
Wickedness any time my tongue speaks
Cops nicked me and the other side tried to done me
Still the rifles fully loaded tell a nigga come see
Crack and heroin got a nigga on fleek
Wavey like a boat driver
Swear niggas on fire like the Ghost Rider
Pulled up in the Lambo on some low tires
Now she’s in my lap looking like a nose diver
I been cold since secondary
Now they fuck around and call a nigga legendary
And even out the hood I got the weaponry
Cuh its real suh niggas never heavy
Zino in veins, ain’t no fear in my heart
Ask my nigga Likkle T Cuh he was there from the start
I ain’t broke but I miss Ca$h
10 Chains on bitches catching whiplash
I had stacks before rap niggas been eating
Walk in Louie cop the whole spring season
They acting like I don’t clap niggas
Like I weren’t a hitta way before I had hittas
You can tell flip in swag dripping no time chilling
Phone clicking stay pitching
Look I’m on the grind but I still wear runaways
Told my girl keep up, Neat up I don’t have bummy days
I don’t understand though, I’m in the bando
Bummy niggas still loaning I call them Rambo
If a chick don’t like me then a pagans got that
Side ting said she’s out I’ve been waiting on that
Dumb hoe, ringing off my blower
If there’s a flood and she had a ark still wouldn’t wanna know her
Something about flying birds it just feels right
Got George waiting for man he’s just a grill type
In the club step on my kicks you better hit the deck
You half play dirty if crept protect
I sold day time and night time
Plus the youngers pitch green full 90 no half time
Zino in veins, ain’t no fear in my heart
Ask my nigga Likkle T Cuh he was there from the start
I ain’t broke but I miss Ca$h
10 Chains on bitches catching whiplash
I had stacks before rap niggas been eating
Walk in Louie cop the whole spring season
They acting like I don’t clap niggas
Like I weren’t a hitta way before I had hittas