Cross tha' line - Proof

Acting like I don’t know y’all

Trying to tell me how I know y’all? (*Laughter*)

Fine

Your niggas is young, your niggas is bums

Your niggas is weak, your niggas is hoes

Your niggas is bitch, your nigga’s a snitch

Your nigga done flipped, your nigga is gone

Your niggas are scared, your niggas 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

Shit, now I’m the first to pull it, so bullets is useless

The Proof diss I heard is stupid

The truth is reality it’s mine, wanna battle me for shine

Don’t make daddy paddle that behind

Gay bombs open mics at night with day chimes

Contemplate on your fate and play God

Easy to run over the peasley with measly bucks

I’m Roy Jones, who wanna beat me up? (C'mon)

Squeeze and bust on pesty children

Then 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

Harassing your district, put my mag' on your bitch lip (Shut up)

Killas want that ass like fags with stiff dicks

In the Jag' with my mistress, grab while you’re entrance

And last this repentance

War committee often time

Make the enemy’s boss recline

With the pressure you done lost your mind

No caution dying, motherfucker you done crossed tha' line

Don’t leave fingerprints, I’m smarter than the average

Caller of this rapping shit, harder than acting scripts

Caught up with accurate hits, from out the Smith from the Wesson

The town he was found with his chest pressed in

Proof is

, attracts most of the crap that sells

Make me think fans all smoking the crack

Open the facts: Jigga’s the baller; Pac’s the thug

Biggie’s the king; Shady’s an act of drug

Nas is the truth; The Lox is 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

Needing 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 committee often time

Make the enemy’s boss recline

With the pressure you done lost your mind

No caution dying, motherfucker you done crossed tha' line

War committee

War committee

War committee often time

War committee

War committee

Motherfucker you done crossed tha' line

War committee often time

Make the enemy’s boss recline

With the pressure you done lost your mind

No caution dying, motherfucker you done crossed tha' line

I- I- I- I- F

I- I- I- I- F

Why test- why test- why test- why- why- why test these killas

Nobody fucking with (I.F.)

Nobody fucking with (Big Proof!)

Who can fuck with us?

Who can fuck with us?

Who can fuck with us?

Who can fuck with us?

Who can fuck with us?