Letra Cross tha' line - Proof

Cross tha' line

Acting like I don’t know y’all
Trying to tell me how I know y’all? (*Laughter*)
Fine
Your niggas is young, your niggas is bums
Your niggas is weak, your niggas is hoes
Your niggas is bitch, your nigga’s a snitch
Your nigga done flipped, your nigga is gone
Your niggas are scared, your niggas is shook
Your soldier is drunk, your soldiers is wrong
Your niggas is move, your niggas is beat
Your niggas retreat, your niggas is gone
Shit, now I’m the first to pull it, so bullets is useless
The Proof diss I heard is stupid
The truth is reality it’s mine, wanna battle me for shine
Don’t make daddy paddle that behind
Gay bombs open mics at night with day chimes
Contemplate on your fate and play God
Easy to run over the peasley with measly bucks
I’m Roy Jones, who wanna beat me up? (C'mon)
Squeeze and bust on pesty children
Then Western Union I hit it at your next reunion
Didn’t think I’ll he back again this quick
I’m an African sicklet, blasting a biscuit
Harassing your district, put my mag' on your bitch lip (Shut up)
Killas want that ass like fags with stiff dicks
In the Jag' with my mistress, grab while you’re entrance
And last this repentance
War committee often time
Make the enemy’s boss recline
With the pressure you done lost your mind
No caution dying, motherfucker you done crossed tha' line
Don’t leave fingerprints, I’m smarter than the average
Caller of this rapping shit, harder than acting scripts
Caught up with accurate hits, from out the Smith from the Wesson
The town he was found with his chest pressed in
Proof is
, attracts most of the crap that sells
Make me think fans all smoking the crack
Open the facts: Jigga’s the baller; Pac’s the thug
Biggie’s the king; Shady’s an act of drug
Nas is the truth; The Lox is the block
D12 is slept on; 50 is hot; - Miss me or not?
I’m back for respect, love and war
Or blood on swords and the fools in person that hugged the Lord
Tell Bugz I’m raw and I’ll see him soon
Needing room, I’m deep as a bleeding wound
Proceeding through the trenches with a message, until I exit
You best respect it, for credit I’ll leave you headless
War committee often time
Make the enemy’s boss recline
With the pressure you done lost your mind
No caution dying, motherfucker you done crossed tha' line
War committee
War committee
War committee often time
War committee
War committee
Motherfucker you done crossed tha' line
War committee often time
Make the enemy’s boss recline
With the pressure you done lost your mind
No caution dying, motherfucker you done crossed tha' line
I- I- I- I- F
I- I- I- I- F
Why test- why test- why test- why- why- why test these killas
Nobody fucking with (I.F.)
Nobody fucking with (Big Proof!)
Who can fuck with us?
Who can fuck with us?
Who can fuck with us?
Who can fuck with us?
Who can fuck with us?