Cross That Line lyrics

[Intro]
Don't you step past that line
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherf*cker up)
It might cost you your life, huh

[Chorus]
Don't you cross that line, n*gga
That's how mamas cryin' and all these n*ggas get to dyin', n*gga
40 bullets small as hell, but it rearrange your spine, n*gga
I want the DA and the judge dead, call me baby Brian Nichols
Baby boy, pop out with your Glock
I left some shells all on they block
God, this sh*t keep happenin' to me
sh*t, is I'm goin' to hell or not?
sh*t, I'ma leave 'em smelly, rotten
Send some bullets through they spot
I don't take no molly, pus*y n*gga
I need two Percs and a blunt of 'za

[Verse]
sh*t, is you rockin' out or not?
Got n*ggas tryna go against me
I been movin' too damn fast
Might take some yеars to catch up with me
Still be tweakin' out 'bout Vissi
Damn, Baba, I know you miss mе
Used to disrespect my family, I really wish I would've listened
Haha, I'm really f*cked up when they miss me
I'm front line about this sh*t, you cross it, pop you in your fitted
sh*t been really f*ckin' with me, I'm havin' bad dreams at night
I can't believe you crossed me, Mike, used to be my brother, right?
When I catch your ass, I'ma stretch ya, on my mama, b*tch, do better
Swear my closet worth two hundred, I got twenty Moncler sweaters
Screamin' f*ck a baby mama, that b*tch been grievin' since I left her
Hood n*gga, 'Wood and my cup, my wings be lemon pepper
[Chorus]
Don't you cross that line, n*gga
That's how mamas cryin' and all these n*ggas get to dyin', n*gga
40 bullets small as hell, but it rearrange your spine, n*gga
I want the DA and the judge dead, call me baby Brian Nichols
Baby boy, pop out with your Glock
I left some shells all on they block
God, this sh*t keep happenin' to me
sh*t, is I'm goin' to hell or not?
sh*t, I'ma leave 'em smelly, rotten
Send some bullets through they spot
I don't take no molly, pus*y n*gga
I need two Percs and a blunt of 'za