Line 4 Line

Lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon sample] You wanna battle for cash and see whose son's who? You wanna battle for cash and see whose son's who? You wanna battle for cash and see whose son's who? [Chorus: Phantasm & Raekwon] Line-for-line, line-for-line, this is how we shine "You wanna battle for cash and see whose sons who?" [Verse 1: Phantasm] We come wack? Never that, you don't need that feedback Gold album on the way, son, best believe that I'm evil like Mysterio, Spider Man's foe Round and round like a merry-go, here we go, watch the flow The tracks come like the jungle drums in Africa Flows is attacking ya, lyrics is the massacre I shit time after time, rhyme after rhyme Line after line, so, yo, I got to get mines Need dollars quick, fuck around and get your collar split Rap was the move since no B-ball scholarship If you test U.G., you test me Together like breasts until one's put to rest 'Cause that's the nigga I killed time with, did crimes with Write rhymes with, and bag dimes with Who needs the Heimlich? Choking on my flow and got spotted Niggas can't get it 'cause niggas ain't got it [Verse 2: U.G.] Yo, science this (What?), the scientist packed appliances To wipe out alliances, supplying pressure I gets more drawers than a dresser, I'll wet you with the pump Shotgun, your block runs like Forrest Gump So beware (-ware) I'll blast hardware in the air Like a flare (Flare) then lean back like a barber chair, so there (Uh) Move like an aircraft, you know the half (Uh-huh) Sticking niggas at mass, in the past guns blast (Blah!) And cause catastrophes. I laugh at these Niggas that think smoking trees make you a thug—nigga, please But me? I keep it on the Lola for Lana Sharp like piranhas, choppers running from helicopters (Whoo!) In the PJs when trees blaze, you catch contact My niggas represent, black. Where you at? What?!? [Chorus: Phantasm & Raekwon] Line-for-line, line-for-line, this is how we shine "You wanna battle for cash and see whose son's who?" Line-for-line, line-for-line, this is how we shine "You wanna battle for cash and see whose son's who?" [Verse 3: Phantasm] Yo, I remember niggas was ducking us, now that we blew, they're sucking us And bitches who fronted? Now they're fucking us I burn wack emcees like incense It's all about the dollars, but rhymes got to make sense Picture my seed working at Mickey D's Entitled to G's and companies and half my royalties Metaphors fat, make you go, "Ooh, ooh," like whore shack Phantasm's Fantastic like Four, black Design rhymes to dazzle minds Cella Dwellas will forever shine when we go line-for-line [Verse 4: U.G.] I exhale tales and chapters, my vision claps you like a firearm And sweaty palms, scar on my left forearm I stay calm like DTs in plain clothes Get flamed, yo, when I aim, blow like cocaine, yo My frame is physically fit to shoot the one (One) Or shoot the gun (Gun), get loot and run through the projects The objects I carry damage amateurs (Uh-huh) Damage staminas (Uh-huh), bones get snapped like cameras—what?!? I'll freak the ill shit, spill shit like assholes Cash, clothes, I blast foes and smash shows My flows (Whoo!) go toe-to-toe with any pro That rhyme line-for-line, son, this is how we shine—ha! [Chorus: Phantasm & Raekwon] Line-for-line, line-for-line, this is how we shine "You wanna battle for cash and see whose son's who?" Line-for-line, line-for-line, this is how we shine "You wanna battle for cash and see whose son's who?" [Outro: Samples] "You wanna battle for cash?" "You wanna battle for cash and see whose son's who?"