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Rick Ross - Cross That Line lyrics
(feat. Akon) [Akon: talking] Convict [echo] Up Front Yeah.. Convikt Muzik [Rick Ross talking (Akon)] Ross.. (ohhh) Triple C's [Chorus: Akon] If you ever cross that line I guarantee ya there'll be nothin to save ya I got a whole bunch of guerillas ready to pull the trigga And we all for that paper Comin' from a life of crime Tryna be on my best behavior You see my rep's gettin' bigger but still that same nigga bustin' shots at them haters But only if you cross that line (Hold up, Hold up) [Verse 1: Rick Ross] I was birthed in the crackhouse But what made it worse every first is a packed house Little brother knowin' life illegal No toys just playin' wit pipes and needles I'm gon' find knights and regals $5000 on the paint just so life will see ya Green cards for the free lunch Now his green cards scream larger than seats crush Big guns for the other side Nigga try me I'ma teach his momma homicide I wanna see his momma eyes I done cried 20 years now I'm runnin' dry [Chorus: Akon] If you ever cross that line I guarantee ya there'll be nothin to save ya I got a whole bunch of guerillas ready to pull the trigga And we all for that paper Comin' from a life of crime Tryna be on my best behavior You see my rep's gettin' bigger but still that same nigga bustin' shots at them haters But only if you cross that line (ohhh) Don't cross that line Hopin' that you don't cross that line Don't cross that line, Baby don't cross that line [Verse 2: Rick Ross] When I'm low on funds, I'ma load up guns Slap ya in the head I'ma open one African in bed, she just hope I'm done See the voodoo priest then the coke gon' come Open up a drum, I'm eatin' Oprah crumbs Got poor credit, got whore debit Walk in the 40-40 I'ma score, bet it Four tennis chains hoe, I'm progetic But the 4 pellets will getcha prosthetics If you don't get it, just don't let it A life setence is a life sentence All my homies got 'em, they just like business [Chorus: Akon] If you ever cross that line I guarantee ya there'll be nothin to save ya I got a whole bunch of gouellas ready to pull the trigga And we all for that paper Comin' from a life of crime Tryna be on my best behavior You see my rep's gettin' bigger but still that same nigga bustin' shots at them haters But only if you cross that line (ohhh) Don't cross that line Hopin' that you don't cross that line Don't cross that line, Baby don't cross that line [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Don't push me nigga, I ain't pussy nigga You "would be" killas, that is "could be" nigga The last minute of your last breath I'm the last entrance right before your last step Shot a, Block papa, my block gotta Cross the line - pay the fine (Ross) Cop dollas The motto - you're age, creed, or color nigga Can't cut it stay choppin' through the butter nigga Critics wonder will I last long Even though I showed my ass on my last song I gets my mash on (Ross), no mask on (Ross), Cross Ross baby it'll be a sad song [Chorus: Akon] If you ever cross that line I guarantee ya there'll be nothin to save ya I got a whole bunch of guerillas ready to pull the trigga And we all for that paper Comin' from a life of crime Tryna be on my best behavior You see my rep's gettin' bigger but still that same nigga bustin' shots at them haters But only if you cross that line (ohhh) Don't cross that line Hopin' that you don't cross that line Don't cross that line, Baby don't cross that line [Music Fades] |
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