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Cross That Line
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Vocals
Akon
Akon
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aliaune Thiam
Aliaune Thiam
Songwriter
William Leonard Roberts II
William Leonard Roberts II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Akon
Akon
Producer
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Konvict Upfront, yeah Konvict Muzik Ross Oh Triple C's If you ever cross that line I guarantee you there'll be nothin' to save ya I got a whole bunch of gorillas ready to pull the trigger and we out for that paper Comin' from a life of crime (Ross) Tryna be on my best behavior You see my rep's gettin' bigger, but still That same nigga bustin' shots at them haters (hold up, hold up) But only if you cross that line I was birthed in the crack house But what made it worse every first is a packed house Little brother knowin' life illegal No toys, just playin' wit' pipes and needles I'm glorifyin' Nikes and Regals Five thousand on the paint just so life will see ya Green cards for the free lunch Now it's green cars, screen large and the seats crush Big guns for the other side Nigga try me, I'ma teach his momma homicide I wanna see his momma eyes I done cried 20 years, now I'm runnin' dry If you ever cross that line I guarantee you there'll be nothin' to save ya I got a whole bunch of gorillas ready to pull the trigger, and we out for that paper Comin' from a life of crime Tryna be on my best behavior You see my rep's gettin' bigger but still That same nigga bustin' shots at them haters But only if you cross that line (ooh) Don't cross that line (ooh) Hopin' that you don't cross that line (ooh) Don't cross that line (ooh) Baby, don't cross that line When I'm low on funds, I'ma load up guns Slap ya in the head, I'ma open one African in bed, she just hope I'm done See the voodoo priest, then the coke gon' come Open up a drum, I'm eatin' Oprah crumbs Got poor credit, got whore debit Walk in the 40-40 I'ma score, bet it Four tennis chains hoe, I'm progetic But the boe pellets will getcha prosthetics If you don't get it, just don't let it A life sentence is a life sentence All my homies got 'em, they just like business If you ever cross that line I guarantee you there'll be nothin' to save ya I got a whole bunch of gorillas ready to pull the trigger, and we all for that paper Comin' from a life of crime Tryna be on my best behavior You see my rep's gettin' bigger, but still That same nigga bustin' shots at them haters But only if you cross that line (ooh) Don't cross that line (ooh) Hopin' that you don't cross that line (ooh) Don't cross that line (ooh) Baby, don't cross that line Don't push me nigga, I ain't pussy nigga You "would be" killas, yeah, this "could be" nigga The last minute of your last breath I'm the last image right before your last step Shotta, Glock poppa, my block hotter Cross the line, pay the fine (Ross), top dollars No matter your age, creed or color nigga Can't cut it stay choppin' through the butter nigga Critics wonder will I last long Even though I showed my ass on my last song (Ross) I gets my mash on (Ross) no mask on (Ross) Cross Ross, baby, it'll be a sad song If you ever cross that line I guarantee you there'll be nothin' to save ya I got a whole bunch of gorillas ready to pull the trigger, and we all for that paper Comin' from a life of crime Tryna be on my best behavior You see my rep's gettin' bigger, but still That same nigga bustin' shots at them haters But only if you cross that line (ooh) Don't cross that line (ooh) Hopin' that you don't cross that line (ooh) Don't cross that line (ooh) Baby, don't cross that line
Writer(s): William Roberts, Aliaune Thiam, Giorgio Tuinfort Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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