Juvenile — Line of Fire

[Verse 1: Juvenile] As far as I can remember, whodie, dude was a clown But he still used to be in on everything that went down Hooked me up for 250 a pound Shit I figured I could make a fire come-up serving 60 an ounce It was that poo though, and I wasn’t about getting played From a couple of dreads probably in with the feds, he said “We didn’t come here to accept no loss Me selling it to you wholesale at minimum cost” Look dread, I’ve been around a long time And you ain’t gon sell me no anything, I’m on mine They answered with guns instead of with tongues They hit lil daddy up twice, once in both of his lungs. Shit We buss back, them niggas still got hit Fuckin’ with some new Jamaicans in the bricks, who look like a snitch So I played as though I wasn’t there I took a crucial lick in the pocket, but I didn’t care, I was…… (Hook: Trey Songz) Living in the Line of Fire Living in the Line of Fire Living in the Line of Fire Living in the Line of Fire [Verse 2: Juvenile] All the shit that I done been through in the past few years I think the Lord that I’m still breathing, and I’m still here I’m glad I wasn’t drinking when I had that fight Cause lil daddy would’ve probably lost his life that night I’m a rapper, but I’m a man too And I’m not trying to fuck over you whodie, I’m trying to understand you There’s only so much I can handle You shouldn’t never tried to use a nigga as an example On top of that my people stole from me And I was hooking them up, about to take them on the road with me I tightened my circle with limited trust Can’t no outsiders come take a trip with me on a bus I’m not concerned about you keeping in touch My only hollers when I’m seeing you bruh, that the G in me bruh I said and mean it, look nigga I’m working I got something for you bitches, yeah I see yall searching. Holla... (Hook) Verse 3: Nigga trying to take me to court for stealing Plus can’t find another way to approach a million It was funny til they subpoenaed me to be the opposed These niggas ain’t positive, these is hoes You better watch them fellas, them cats is thieves They stole one of Michael Jackson’s songs with ease Still I wasn’t trippin, I won that case Now the right muthafuckin smile is on my face And I teach my niggas how to hold they ground A 38’s an A.K. when the shit goes down Dead nigga can’t tell me how the shit gon sound We could quickly turn it into a complete ghost town, what? It’s not about me having a war It’s about me not obeying the law But what’s right? I feel right is when my children is fed And they got a roof over they head, nigga enough said (Hook) Whoo Whoo.. I’m living….. Living in the line…. (Repeat)