Line of Fire Juvenile (Ft. Trey Songz)

[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]