G-Unit, Tony Yayo, Lloyd Banks, 50 Cent - Cross My Path/Whoo Kid lyrics

I should've warned you not to cross my path
Now I'm finna get in your ass
Yeah, nigga, you know I got the hood on smash
Your reign on top, it's over that fast

Is conflict, and beef is war
You can die on the humble when you reach the
So my vest is level three and
My car is level four
That's a bulletproof Lex' with
A 200-pound door
Got too many issues, too many pistols
Smack till your leg of
We attack like pitbulls
Ja fake 2Pac, screaming out, "Illuminati"
The same nigga getting smacked
On freshman Friday

I should've warned you not to cross my path
Now I'm finna get in your ass
Yeah, nigga, you know I got the hood on smash
Your reign on top, it's over that fast

Pretty soon you have to pawn your
Rol' and your platinum ring
Cause you keep going gold like Aladdin king
Wouldn't buy a nigga bootleg if you like me
'Cause I ain't trying to hear
That bullshit like Spike Lee
I'm out of sight, B, Long Island iced tea
Timberlands, white tee, both arms icely
We got enough money today even
If they don't listen i'll pop in the drop

I should've warned you not to cross my path
Now I'm finna get in your ass
Yeah, nigga, you know I got the hood on smash
Your reign on top, it's over that fast

These stones'll break my bones
But words'll never hurt me
Niggas who say they gon' murk
Me never put in work, b
You pop that shit
You got pistols, but you never pop that shit
You just running your lips
Put my gun on your lip, pop off
Leave all your fucking teeth chipped
That's when you realize you in deep shit
But keep running your yap until
Your frame is mangled
Three hoes and the nigga
Look like Charlie's Angels

You not a murderer nah, you not a murderer
Nigga i'ma dig deep in your ass
You faggot i'ma stop saying that shit 'cause
I know you like that kind of
Shit fucking fruity-ass nigga but
I got something for you, nigga
Special delivery, nigga semi-autos
Motherfucker