Proof - Cross Tha' Line lyrics
[Proof - Cross Tha' Line lyrics]
Act like I don't know y'all
Tryna tell me how I know y'all? (Laughter)
Aight
Your niggas is young, your niggas is bumz
Your niggas is weak, your niggas is hoes
Your niggas is bitch, your nigga's a snitch
Your nigga that flip your niggas is gone
Your nigga a scared, your nigga 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
Shiit
Now I'm the first to pull it
So bullets is useless
The Proof this I heard it's stupid
The truth is reality it's mine
Wanna battle me for suttin'
Don't make daddy paddle that behind
Gay bombs sought with mics at
Night with day chimes
Contemplate on your fate and play God
Easy to run over the peasly with measly bucks
I'm Roy Jones, who wanna beat me up? (C'mon)
Pop and bust on pesty children
Till' the 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
I'm brassing your district
Put my mag on your bitch lip
Killers want that ass like
Fags with stiff dicks
In the jag with my mistress
Grab while you're entrance
And last this repentance
War comitee often time make
The enemy's post recline
With the pressure you then lost your mind
No caution dying
Motherfucker you then crossed tha' line
Don't leave fingerprints
I'm smarter than the average
Hands caught up in this rapper shit
Harder than active scripts
Caught up with aqua hit's
From out the Smith from the Wesson
The time he was found with
His chest pressed in
Proof and Soul soon tracks most
Of the crap that sales
Make me think the fans are smoking the crack
Open the facts: Jigga's the baller
Pac's the Thug Biggie's
The King Shady's an active drug Nas the truth
The locks are 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
Meeting 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 comitee often time make
The enemy's post recline
With the pressure you then lost your mind
No caution dying
Motherfucker you then crossed tha' line
War comitee often time make
The enemy's post recline
With the pressure you then lost your mind
No caution dying
Motherfucker you then crossed tha' line
Tryna tell me how I know y'all? (Laughter)
Aight
Your niggas is young, your niggas is bumz
Your niggas is weak, your niggas is hoes
Your niggas is bitch, your nigga's a snitch
Your nigga that flip your niggas is gone
Your nigga a scared, your nigga 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
Shiit
Now I'm the first to pull it
So bullets is useless
The Proof this I heard it's stupid
The truth is reality it's mine
Wanna battle me for suttin'
Don't make daddy paddle that behind
Gay bombs sought with mics at
Night with day chimes
Contemplate on your fate and play God
Easy to run over the peasly with measly bucks
I'm Roy Jones, who wanna beat me up? (C'mon)
Pop and bust on pesty children
Till' the 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
I'm brassing your district
Put my mag on your bitch lip
Killers want that ass like
Fags with stiff dicks
In the jag with my mistress
Grab while you're entrance
And last this repentance
War comitee often time make
The enemy's post recline
With the pressure you then lost your mind
No caution dying
Motherfucker you then crossed tha' line
Don't leave fingerprints
I'm smarter than the average
Hands caught up in this rapper shit
Harder than active scripts
Caught up with aqua hit's
From out the Smith from the Wesson
The time he was found with
His chest pressed in
Proof and Soul soon tracks most
Of the crap that sales
Make me think the fans are smoking the crack
Open the facts: Jigga's the baller
Pac's the Thug Biggie's
The King Shady's an active drug Nas the truth
The locks are 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
Meeting 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 comitee often time make
The enemy's post recline
With the pressure you then lost your mind
No caution dying
Motherfucker you then crossed tha' line
War comitee often time make
The enemy's post recline
With the pressure you then lost your mind
No caution dying
Motherfucker you then crossed tha' line