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Cormega - A Thin Line lyrics
[Cormega] Your depiction of a thug nigga, is fiction Your words hung my nigga lines were drawn You sided with the judge I ain't a hater I don't love squellers thats me You have the audacity to talk like you real Nigga you fold under pressure, my life is real You sold your soul to detectives I could get you murdered But you dying a slow death denying you told yet The truth came to light you a fake nigga You helped the D.A.'s case my nigga Fuck your life I hate the side of your face nigga Only a fake nigga would respect you You went against the cause and signed papers The signatures yours thats that bullshit pardon me ?Sammy the bullshit? take the stand betraying the fam Should have kept it real you put your fate in ya hand I guess thats the way it was planned (Hook) [Cormega] There's a a thin line between love and hate and you crossed it You had respect around the way and you lost it If a coward dies a thousand deaths how you gon' live? Nigga you get no love [Cormega] Death before dishonor You sacrificed your breath so respect a nigga power in jail I get you hit up in the shower I'm a real nigga I walk the streets with pride I'm the turth, you living a lie You a part-time prosecuter, full time ?hosa? I right rhymes with great'ness you write statements nigga And think the streets don't know Tssk, yo it was all good just a week ago How could you live with being the D.A.'s witness And knowing ya names associated with snitches You could pray for forgiveness I'ma fact you a stool pigeon Ain't nothing you can do nigga, might I mention Only a bitch would snitch to get a lighter sentence Take it like a man nigga like official prints and cornbread nigga I'm a warrior you deserve a bullet in ya head nigga (Hook) [Cormega] Uhh, I'm tired of you coming through like snitching justifiable I once admired you, you rap bastard Ain't no need to explain you not my man Everytime you give me five I wash my hands What nigga, M-E-G-A bitch tell the D.A. bricks I move in three days not including the grindin What polluted ya mind was it alluded time my words are exulted yours ruin lives You a disgrace to ya race I'm true to mine All my doggs doing time, no before I side with the law I rather ride with the fours and deprive you of your, coward exsistence You probably send ya momma to prison to beat a sentence BITCH! (Hook) |
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