Letra de Cross Tha' Line - Proof

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
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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 hits
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