The Main Line Songtext
von 38 Spesh & Method Man

Ayo, don′t play the back and forth word games
I prefer pain, I put a brick on your head, you bird brain
Take one week to disturb things

I serve Cain, I fed one sheep and a whole herd came
Weak niggas don't deserve gains
I splurge mainly in December every one of the first change
Your man ran when he heard bang
You nerds lame, you been robbed twice, bitch, this your third chain
Got nerve pain that I ain′t aware of
And abandonment issues but my pistols is taken care of
Only competitions when I face the mirror

Hibernatin' but y'all low vibrations gon′ wake the bear up

You can′t compare us in any era
I want a twenty million dollar estate in Lake Riviera

First time I opened the brick, I teared up

Like oh shit, we 'bout to tear it up


Get at me, yo, and I mean rappido
Can′t go to Kakisaki and back to wearin' Patakis, yo
A shell′ll crack your head like you crack the shell on pistachios
Producer of this track must've snipped the key off a Casio

The reaper at the door and Jesus on the main line
The reaper at the door, get Jesus on the main line

The reaper at the door, Jesus on the main line
Strange times, gotta take good and bad at the same time

Told him at least save a little cash
It′s simple math, either learn the game or remain middle class
Used to dribble bags to fiddle cash
None of my opps didn't last 'less they got to the hospital fast
I hit a block with a triple jab
Since a likkle lad, we used to serve nickel slabs and Brillo pads
You niggas like to pillow brag
I heard old rumors that you been a fag
You like Willow dad
I hate to make you individuals mad

I′m in my civil bag, put a trust symbol on a liberal flag

Shells hit you when you with your dad
When bullets riddle past your window glass, you gon′ be crippled bad
My pistol had a long clip attached

Put a bullet in his ass, better get rid of the visceral fat


Throw a cocktail with his pad

Everybody inside was identified by the dental lab

Get at me, yo, and I mean rappido
Can't go to Kakisaki and back to wearin′ Patakis, yo
A shell'll crack your head like you crack the shell on pistachios
Producer of this track must′ve snipped the key off a Casio
The reaper at the door and Jesus on the main line
The reaper at the door, get Jesus on the main line
The reaper at the door, Jesus on the main line
Strange times, gotta take good and bad at the same time