Cormega - A Thin Line lyrics

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 squealers, that's 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 DA'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, that's that bullshit
Pardon me sammy The Bull shit
Take the stand betraying the fam
You should have kept it real you
Put your fate in your hand
I guess that's the way it was planned

There's 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

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 truth, you living a lie
You a part-time prosecutor, full-time hossa
I write rhymes with greatness
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 DA's witness?
And knowing ya names
Associated with snitches?
You could pray for forgiveness
I'ma fact and 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 your head nigga

There's 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

Uhh, I'm tired of you coming
Through like snitching justifiable
I once admired you, you rat bastard
Ain't no need to explain, you not my man
Every time you give me five, I wash my hands
What nigga? M-E-G-A bitch tell the DA bricks
I move in three days
Not including the grindin'
What polluted your mind? Was it alluded time?
My words are exalted, yours ruin lives
You a disgrace to your race
I'm true to mine all my dogs doing time
Know before I side with the law
I rather ride with the fours and
Deprive you of your coward existence
You probably send your momma to
Prison to beat a sentence, bitch

There's 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