Chris Rockaway - Line Em Up lyrics

[Hook] Stacks on Deck My n***as All Set Lining Up Opponents and I'm asking who's Next Line Em Up Line Em Up Line Em Up Line Em Up Line Em Up Line Em Up Line Em Up (Here We Go) [Verse 1 Hollywood FLOSS] Wiping Through The competition hanging em like I'm Lynching I dont need a co-sign I write my own admission Handing pensions to vets and stepping over beginners Ice cold I'm Kobe when it come to game winners Hold up the title champion challenging rivals Shoot you before you shoot me my mind-state is rifle Shotgun flow watch me blow thru a track Johnny Depp wallet watch me blow thru a stack No nose candy but i make brains go numb With intricate lyrics and the thump from my ba** drum Rule of thumb I school you bums Hip Hop Alum I'm tryna raise it up like I'm mom dukes son From the slums of Houston where we chop and screw them Anyone still saying the south can't rap well screw them The nail in the coffin and i'm the key component Taking on challengers ummm next opponent [Hook] Stacks on Deck My n***as All Set Lining Up Opponents and I'm asking who's Next Line Em Up Line Em Up Line Em Up Line Em Up Line Em Up Line Em Up Line Em Up (Here We Go) [Verse 2 - YP] Okay Line Em Up and watch him fall like dominoes To see if he can take a couple shots from this calico I be that n***a from the streets of the GO Gripping plastic that'll pop a n***a top like a Toe I'ma gangsta get saluted when i enter the door If it was me i would of murked that b**h on Murder She Wrote But on another note my flow is raw like the rubber broke Thats why my record spinning like a dunk on some hundred spokes Going out of town and showing em how I get it in Lyrics that's describing the circumstances I'm living in Bills multiplying I'm hustling for the dividends Momma steady crying she dreamed that I was on CNN It is what it is It ain't no preparation Gotta know it's in my nature six degrees of separation A hit to the haters you can run and tell em this I dont see NO competition cause they probably dont exist [Hook] Stacks on Deck My n***as All Set Lining Up Opponents and I'm asking who's Next Line Em Up Line Em Up Line Em Up Line Em Up Line Em Up Line Em Up Line Em Up (Here We Go) [Verse 3 - Hollywood FLOSS] Rap's hired hitman sh**tin on opposition Bret Hart of music charts excellent execution Sharp shooter tutor to the undermatched Cause they keep saying the same thing like a record scratched I make songs not sixteens I'm longevity yall quick fixes to the scene Puppets to the machine I'm figurehead you figurine Hakeem Olajuwon yall just pipe dreams Fantasies with hopes players with no coach Captains with no boats how you plan to stay afloat Against my wave nah my tsunami A man army and they still can't bomb me Bounce back from their juvenile attempts You can't compare Ramen noodles to Steak and Shrimp Listen to yall music only to press eject Line Em Up knock em down show you who's best FLOSS [Hook] Stacks on Deck My n***as All Set Lining Up Opponents and I'm asking who's Next Line Em Up Line Em Up Line Em Up Line Em Up Line Em Up Line Em Up Line Em Up (Here We Go)