Line Em Up (Explicit) Lyrics
Line Em Up (Explicit) - Russ/Busta Rhymes
Lyrics by：Russell Vitale
Composed by：Russell Vitale
No d**n it
No d**n it
No d**n it
No d**n it
No d**n it
Yeah operation touch a b
I heard that money comes in waves
They say I drowned at 23
And I've been drowning ever since
I might need counseling for this s**t
Because I climbed the mountain fast
And all I found was just a cliff
The lesson there is getting
There is way more fun than getting there
But here we are compliantly got
Inc's in delaware
Dodged a couple guinevere's thank God
I got no lancelots
I'm a king I'm well aware of
Who's insidе my camelot
Couple women tryna bunk with mе l
Ike threes' a company
Y'alls crazy a*s might be my shot of don
But not my cup of tea
Once a week I lose my cool
I'm probably downplaying ha
Gettin' head in my trailer before
I headline got the crowd waiting
My fault that's just how I do sometimes I'm reckless uh
My fault that's just how they do it down in Texas
To the people I gave love to who
Turned around told me
F**k you
If you don't heal what hurt you
You'll bleed on someone who ain't cut you d**n
Wise words my momma sent
Why you think I'm single still
Ain't met a chick as solid yet
I paid my sisters college debt
I'm just out here being chosen
Doors of opportunity keep creaking open
Lotta women claiming I'm they boyfriend like they b simone
When really all we shared was just a fleeting moment
Y'all completely broken
Please just leave me alone it's gettin kind of weird
No d**n it
No d**n it
No d**n it
Hahaha come on
One by one yeah two by two
Line 'em up line 'em up line 'em up
One by one two by two
I'ma knock 'em all down down
Lord have mercy on my soul I'm 'bout
To ship a couple of bricks
Ratchet by the bible on the dresser
Call a preacher quick
What we do to get this cake
Foul in every way we think
Lay down anything for food quicker
Than the eye can blink
Flow crazy yeah this shorty lickin' coke up off my dick
Back to f**k the street's a b***h blasphemous to say this s**t
Lord forgive me 'cause I know
It's crazy that I had these thoughts
Brag stashed in the glove compartment
Hand up in the latest porsche
Of course and while she gobble me between her jaws
Money on my mind lust devil bleedin' through my pores
Savage with the way we live sometimes escaping how we suffer
Spendin' money like we stupid grindin' 'til it take me under
Keep my eye on every woof cop the latest maybach zeppelin
Keep a fetish for the most state of the art greatest weapons
And though we livin' reckless always try avoidin' dyin'
'Cross my heart and hope to live while
I hear my mama cryin'
Mama sit and watch her son just grow
From such a little angel
Morph into a creature she don't recognize at the dinner table
Clueless and she can't explain how
The hell did I become a
N***a with this darkest that do s**t
And sickness to her stomach
F**k the s**t seen on the surface
Mama know my heart is good
I'm ain't tryna save myself I'm busy tryna save the hood
Yeah I know that's what they say find ourselves in endless trouble
Leavin' youngins on the strip slide on couple hefty bundles
Grown-ups tell me that I'm shameful
How I claimed to help the people
Helpful as the ones creatin' heroin
For a junkie's needle
In one ear and out the other like them n***as talkin' nonsense
F**kin' p***y throwin' money livin'
Foul without a conscience
Sniffin' coke occasionally lace
My w**d when gettin' blunted
Balance out my mental give a homeless
Man a crispy hundred
We at church on sunday while
I'm out here livin' lies
And feelin' like the preacher
Lookin' at me steadily replyin'
One by one two by two
Line 'em up line 'em up line 'em up
One by one two by two
I'ma knock 'em all down down