In The Line Of Fire
Title | In The Line Of Fire |
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Artist | AP. 9 |
Album | Headshotz |
Release Date | (not set) |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Intro: AP.9] Yes, nigga (Yes yes) On the battlefield AP.9 Solo With Freako, in the line of fire In the line of fire nigga Sometimes survive nigga (Sometimes you die) Sometimes you die (I made it) Why? Bullet shells, bullet wounds Ey ey [Verse 1: AP.9] It all started off when I was about twelve livin' up in this ghetto hell Shakin' these packed jails, and makin' my money from crack sales My family live in a lack of wealth, so I took it upon my self To make something up out of nothing, on the ave hustlin' my niggas scufflin No one to trust but niggas be bluffin' Adrenalin rushin' hittin like a percussion givin' concussions So niggas dome call, I make one phone call And they'll be on y'all like white on rice, swoopin' up yo' life We gotta strive and struggle, tryna bubble Pushin' rocks they bought him rubble As I'm makin' my money double, when I see trouble I can't think right, up on a late night See my cousin take nine in the line of fire With two to the spine and he can't walk The walk he used to talk and now he can't run On the run, strapped with a gun, for tryna be number one I used to tell him (LIsten) He used to tell me (Listen) Exchange game, put my mind frame with a migraine I gotta maintain up on this street life Where young niggas don't eat right We sleep light, my feet laced tight So I know when I get grown and get out on my own Since stickin' and movin' and pushin zones tryna get to the throne That's just the way it is, sometimes you live Sometimes you get blitzed so I stay steppin' up with Sig Sauer Young thug nigga with a lawer, and strong in the game Protectin' my brain in the line of fire You might also like[Chorus: AP.9] In the line of fire, sometimes you live, sometimes you die Sometimes you get caught up, and this game'll take yo' life Tryna reach the prize, to get yo' ghetto platinum plaque Better realize whatever you do to fall back [Verse 2: AP.9] So I stay strapped 'cause it's the way it gotta be Don't wanna be a casualty, tryna reach the cavalry Status to my salary, set a goal, fuck a foe In a ho' but the gat gon' blow, I hit the block and post on another coast Wit my toasta' , like I'm supposed ta I almost got roast up, shot to head close up, no joker That's why I loc up with a super soaker Wettin' niggas disrespectin' and it ain't no second guessin' I need a plug and a fake I.D. a lick and a pound of weed And twelve G's with the tip in my cellie and about five Ki's 'Cause I'm highly illegal, built for the high speed And we go, with a lethal weapon, I'ma keep on steppin' 'Til I meet death, my last breath on the battlefield Sicker than killa real nigga or a fake one When I take one and make one, but I ain't got take none So I spray guns, livin' up in the slums where bodies numb [Chorus: AP.9] In the line of fire, sometimes you live, sometimes you die Sometimes you get caught up, and this game'll take yo' life Tryna reach the prize, to get yo' ghetto platinum plaque Better realize whatever you do to fall back You all that, so don't trip when you get that call back Knockin' up at ya condo, with a twist in yo' ball cap You better pronto, my soul come to haunt yo' Whole bloodline when I'm just waitin' for that right time nigga [Verse 3: King Freako] Smooth dark brown skin, pistol at hand, robbery plan Crack sales on the white mans turf, trappin' us in Niggas runnin' from the repercussion, jail cells And the enemies bustin, you all get with bullets Loud blast from the capacity of a fo' five Sounds echo through the tenement halls Once a real nigga with balls Now it seems like you have no nuts all 'Cause you fuckin' with a real mob nigga, ghetto star Better put yo' life on stars, make 'em talk With a [?] in his mouth One clip from this shit don't mess it up 'Til all his brain fall out I made sho' all his lights go out And from that day on, just me and my physical form Remain a soldier mob star [?] Execute Ride up on the side of him in a track to shoot Or just walk up and pump you to the head and scoot [Chorus: AP.9] In the line of fire, sometimes you live, sometimes you die Sometimes you get caught up, and this game'll take yo' life Tryna reach the prize, to get yo' ghetto platinum plaque Better realize whatever you do to fall back In the line of fire Cock it |