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Paroles de la chanson Cross That Line par Anti Da Menace
Don't you step past that line
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
It might cost you your life, huh
Don't you cross that line, nigga
That's how mamas cryin' and all these niggas get to dyin', nigga
40 bullets small as hell, but it rearrange your spine, nigga
I want the DA and the judge dead, call me baby Brian Nichols
Baby boy, pop out with your Glock
I left some shells all on they block
God, this shit keep happenin' to me
Shit, is I'm goin' to hell or not?
Shit, I'ma leave 'em smelly, rotten
Send some bullets through they spot
I don't take no molly, pussy nigga
I need two Percs and a blunt of 'za
Shit, is you rockin' out or not?
Got niggas tryna go against me
I been movin' too damn fast
Might take some years to catch up with me
Still be tweakin' out 'bout Vissi
Damn, Baba, I know you miss me
Used to disrespect my family, I really wish I would've listened
Haha, I'm really fucked up when they miss me
I'm front line about this shit, you cross it, pop you in your fitted
Shit, is I'm goin' to hell or not?
Shit, I'ma leave 'em smelly, rotten
Send some bullets through they spot
I don't take no molly, pussy nigga
I need two Percs and a blunt of 'za
Shit, is you rockin' out or not?
Got niggas tryna go against me
I been movin' too damn fast
Might take some years to catch up with me
Still be tweakin' out 'bout Vissi
Damn, Baba, I know you miss me
Used to disrespect my family, I really wish I would've listened
Haha, I'm really fucked up when they miss me
I'm front line about this shit, you cross it, pop you in your fitted
Shit been really fuckin' with me, I'm havin' bad dreams at night
I can't believe you crossed me, Mike, used to be my brother, right?
When I catch your ass, I'ma stretch ya, on my mama, bitch, do better
Swear my closet worth two hundred, I got twenty Moncler sweaters
Screamin' fuck a baby mama, that bitch been grievin' since I left her
Hood nigga, 'Wood and my cup, my wings be lemon pepper
Don't you cross that line, nigga
That's how mamas cryin' and all these niggas get to dyin', nigga
40 bullets small as hell, but it rearrange your spine, nigga
I can't believe you crossed me, Mike, used to be my brother, right?
When I catch your ass, I'ma stretch ya, on my mama, bitch, do better
Swear my closet worth two hundred, I got twenty Moncler sweaters
Screamin' fuck a baby mama, that bitch been grievin' since I left her
Hood nigga, 'Wood and my cup, my wings be lemon pepper
Don't you cross that line, nigga
That's how mamas cryin' and all these niggas get to dyin', nigga
40 bullets small as hell, but it rearrange your spine, nigga
I want the DA and the judge dead, call me baby Brian Nichols
Baby boy, pop out with your Glock
I left some shells all on they block
God, this shit keep happenin' to me
Shit, is I'm goin' to hell or not?
Shit, I'ma leave 'em smelly, rotten
Send some bullets through they spot
I don't take no molly, pussy nigga
I need two Percs and a blunt of 'za
Baby boy, pop out with your Glock
I left some shells all on they block
God, this shit keep happenin' to me
Shit, is I'm goin' to hell or not?
Shit, I'ma leave 'em smelly, rotten
Send some bullets through they spot
I don't take no molly, pussy nigga
I need two Percs and a blunt of 'za
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