Don't Cross The Line (Feat. Faith Evans)
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๐ Lyrics
The name F-R- double the E
The gat hack, are, end where the cops'll clip
Back, flip, hands spring semi your V
You callin' all, and run to the cops
Don't make me wet y'all, with what's under the t-shirt
The heat hurt, blew off ya front porch, your backyard
Ya'll niggaz like dicks, pause
Thick jaws, act hard, so they keep squirting
I move work often, like when New York couldn't beat Boston
Controllin' the nets, I float on ya block
Hop out, post up, move rocks often
Shut the shot down, pass it to Chris
If your boss got twelve on the neck, ten in the arm
And my gat at the end of my arms, hittin' the clip prick
Flippin' ya vet, causin' you harm, nigga
Ya'll need a place of respect, we runnin' shit
The name F-R- double the E, tell 'em
Don't really wanna cross the line and
I don't wanna have to tell ya twice and
Trick, R-O-C bring trouble your way
W-A-to the Y, tell 'Em
Lean back, don't slow up
Freeway gets no love
Trick, R-O-C bring trouble this parts
F-R-E, bubble the ride, and in all
Came from takin' the trip, stuffin' the ride, yea
I'ma ride it on every of your ride
Caught in every broad or market, park it, hop out in Deer Crew
The heat is on perfect, tuckin' the linin'
I'm fine and tryna get some tickets for sliding
Freeway's in full effect
And all these Bitches want some millions just to hear my rhyme
And I Don't Gotta Boss 'Em To Give Nectar
The boy give check-ups, I get neck, when I don't ask
When Mami's with the Ax, make my baby momma ask
Look, that's the crime, and I
Don't wanna force y'all to give checks, uh
Without tax, freeway shoot ya from ya head to ya toe
From ya toes to ya neck
That's what the boy brought, extra large
The name F-R- double the E, tell 'em
Don't really wanna cross the line and
I don't wanna have to tell ya twice and
Trick, R-O-C bring trouble your way
W-A-to the Y, tell 'Em
Lean back, don't slow up
Freeway gets no love
Trick, R-O-C bring trouble this parts
Freeway bring trouble to soloists
The sawed off split, get the fuck outta dodge
Know this, I came from nothing, so ain't nothing for my gauge to duck
You punks, get outta line, and I cock back, bloody ya Tee
Pull ya top back, drive through at Mcdonald's
In front of Ronald, put ya brains on ya big Mac, make
Sure the bitch don't leave
I got a gat and a clip in each sleeve
With Boxers, So My Dick Can Breathe
Breeze through in the '89, delt with my boys with my whistle on freeze
That's how you know I got the block On smash
Act up, I put your stripper on freeze
Me and Sieg', like Snoop and Daz
Because tricks that fuck, couldn't give me the ass
And they roll up, light up, pass me the trees, come on
The name F-R- double the E, tell 'em
Don't really wanna cross the line and
I don't wanna have to tell ya twice and
Trick, R-O-C bring trouble your way
W-A-to the Y, tell 'Em
Lean back, don't slow up
Freeway gets no love
Trick, R-O-C bring trouble this parts
The gat hack, are, end where the cops'll clip
Back, flip, hands spring semi your V
You callin' all, and run to the cops
Don't make me wet y'all, with what's under the t-shirt
The heat hurt, blew off ya front porch, your backyard
Ya'll niggaz like dicks, pause
Thick jaws, act hard, so they keep squirting
I move work often, like when New York couldn't beat Boston
Controllin' the nets, I float on ya block
Hop out, post up, move rocks often
Shut the shot down, pass it to Chris
If your boss got twelve on the neck, ten in the arm
And my gat at the end of my arms, hittin' the clip prick
Flippin' ya vet, causin' you harm, nigga
Ya'll need a place of respect, we runnin' shit
The name F-R- double the E, tell 'em
Don't really wanna cross the line and
I don't wanna have to tell ya twice and
Trick, R-O-C bring trouble your way
W-A-to the Y, tell 'Em
Lean back, don't slow up
Freeway gets no love
Trick, R-O-C bring trouble this parts
F-R-E, bubble the ride, and in all
Came from takin' the trip, stuffin' the ride, yea
I'ma ride it on every of your ride
Caught in every broad or market, park it, hop out in Deer Crew
The heat is on perfect, tuckin' the linin'
I'm fine and tryna get some tickets for sliding
Freeway's in full effect
And all these Bitches want some millions just to hear my rhyme
And I Don't Gotta Boss 'Em To Give Nectar
The boy give check-ups, I get neck, when I don't ask
When Mami's with the Ax, make my baby momma ask
Look, that's the crime, and I
Don't wanna force y'all to give checks, uh
Without tax, freeway shoot ya from ya head to ya toe
From ya toes to ya neck
That's what the boy brought, extra large
The name F-R- double the E, tell 'em
Don't really wanna cross the line and
I don't wanna have to tell ya twice and
Trick, R-O-C bring trouble your way
W-A-to the Y, tell 'Em
Lean back, don't slow up
Freeway gets no love
Trick, R-O-C bring trouble this parts
Freeway bring trouble to soloists
The sawed off split, get the fuck outta dodge
Know this, I came from nothing, so ain't nothing for my gauge to duck
You punks, get outta line, and I cock back, bloody ya Tee
Pull ya top back, drive through at Mcdonald's
In front of Ronald, put ya brains on ya big Mac, make
Sure the bitch don't leave
I got a gat and a clip in each sleeve
With Boxers, So My Dick Can Breathe
Breeze through in the '89, delt with my boys with my whistle on freeze
That's how you know I got the block On smash
Act up, I put your stripper on freeze
Me and Sieg', like Snoop and Daz
Because tricks that fuck, couldn't give me the ass
And they roll up, light up, pass me the trees, come on
The name F-R- double the E, tell 'em
Don't really wanna cross the line and
I don't wanna have to tell ya twice and
Trick, R-O-C bring trouble your way
W-A-to the Y, tell 'Em
Lean back, don't slow up
Freeway gets no love
Trick, R-O-C bring trouble this parts
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:14.67] The name F-R- double the E
[00:18.16] The gat hack, are, end where the cops'll clip
[00:20.67] Back, flip, hands spring semi your V
[00:23.62] You callin' all, and run to the cops
[00:24.25] Don't make me wet y'all, with what's under the t-shirt
[00:28.14] The heat hurt, blew off ya front porch, your backyard
[00:31.43] Ya'll niggaz like dicks, pause
[00:33.74] Thick jaws, act hard, so they keep squirting
[00:36.50] I move work often, like when New York couldn't beat Boston
[00:39.10] Controllin' the nets, I float on ya block
[00:41.72] Hop out, post up, move rocks often
[00:43.42] Shut the shot down, pass it to Chris
[00:45.23] If your boss got twelve on the neck, ten in the arm
[00:48.80] And my gat at the end of my arms, hittin' the clip prick
[00:51.18] Flippin' ya vet, causin' you harm, nigga
[00:54.07] Ya'll need a place of respect, we runnin' shit
[00:56.96] The name F-R- double the E, tell 'em
[00:59.70] Don't really wanna cross the line and
[01:01.74] I don't wanna have to tell ya twice and
[01:04.05] Trick, R-O-C bring trouble your way
[01:06.56] W-A-to the Y, tell 'Em
[01:09.40] Lean back, don't slow up
[01:11.38] Freeway gets no love
[01:13.91] Trick, R-O-C bring trouble this parts
[01:17.09] F-R-E, bubble the ride, and in all
[01:19.36] Came from takin' the trip, stuffin' the ride, yea
[01:21.84] I'ma ride it on every of your ride
[01:24.39] Caught in every broad or market, park it, hop out in Deer Crew
[01:26.09] The heat is on perfect, tuckin' the linin'
[01:29.14] I'm fine and tryna get some tickets for sliding
[01:31.81] Freeway's in full effect
[01:34.26] And all these Bitches want some millions just to hear my rhyme
[01:36.80] And I Don't Gotta Boss 'Em To Give Nectar
[01:39.28] The boy give check-ups, I get neck, when I don't ask
[01:41.80] When Mami's with the Ax, make my baby momma ask
[01:44.75] Look, that's the crime, and I
[01:46.41] Don't wanna force y'all to give checks, uh
[01:49.52] Without tax, freeway shoot ya from ya head to ya toe
[01:52.59] From ya toes to ya neck
[01:54.51] That's what the boy brought, extra large
[01:56.93] The name F-R- double the E, tell 'em
[01:59.30] Don't really wanna cross the line and
[02:01.94] I don't wanna have to tell ya twice and
[02:05.06] Trick, R-O-C bring trouble your way
[02:07.40] W-A-to the Y, tell 'Em
[02:09.93] Lean back, don't slow up
[02:12.12] Freeway gets no love
[02:15.06] Trick, R-O-C bring trouble this parts
[02:17.22] Freeway bring trouble to soloists
[02:19.76] The sawed off split, get the fuck outta dodge
[02:22.10] Know this, I came from nothing, so ain't nothing for my gauge to duck
[02:24.69] You punks, get outta line, and I cock back, bloody ya Tee
[02:28.16] Pull ya top back, drive through at Mcdonald's
[02:32.58] In front of Ronald, put ya brains on ya big Mac, make
[02:36.49] Sure the bitch don't leave
[02:38.66] I got a gat and a clip in each sleeve
[02:40.84] With Boxers, So My Dick Can Breathe
[02:42.54] Breeze through in the '89, delt with my boys with my whistle on freeze
[02:45.44] That's how you know I got the block On smash
[02:48.34] Act up, I put your stripper on freeze
[02:50.19] Me and Sieg', like Snoop and Daz
[02:53.14] Because tricks that fuck, couldn't give me the ass
[02:55.01] And they roll up, light up, pass me the trees, come on
[02:57.37] The name F-R- double the E, tell 'em
[03:08.93] Don't really wanna cross the line and
[03:10.62] I don't wanna have to tell ya twice and
[03:12.94] Trick, R-O-C bring trouble your way
[03:15.67] W-A-to the Y, tell 'Em
[03:18.47] Lean back, don't slow up
[03:20.90] Freeway gets no love
[03:23.58] Trick, R-O-C bring trouble this parts
[04:01.23]
[00:18.16] The gat hack, are, end where the cops'll clip
[00:20.67] Back, flip, hands spring semi your V
[00:23.62] You callin' all, and run to the cops
[00:24.25] Don't make me wet y'all, with what's under the t-shirt
[00:28.14] The heat hurt, blew off ya front porch, your backyard
[00:31.43] Ya'll niggaz like dicks, pause
[00:33.74] Thick jaws, act hard, so they keep squirting
[00:36.50] I move work often, like when New York couldn't beat Boston
[00:39.10] Controllin' the nets, I float on ya block
[00:41.72] Hop out, post up, move rocks often
[00:43.42] Shut the shot down, pass it to Chris
[00:45.23] If your boss got twelve on the neck, ten in the arm
[00:48.80] And my gat at the end of my arms, hittin' the clip prick
[00:51.18] Flippin' ya vet, causin' you harm, nigga
[00:54.07] Ya'll need a place of respect, we runnin' shit
[00:56.96] The name F-R- double the E, tell 'em
[00:59.70] Don't really wanna cross the line and
[01:01.74] I don't wanna have to tell ya twice and
[01:04.05] Trick, R-O-C bring trouble your way
[01:06.56] W-A-to the Y, tell 'Em
[01:09.40] Lean back, don't slow up
[01:11.38] Freeway gets no love
[01:13.91] Trick, R-O-C bring trouble this parts
[01:17.09] F-R-E, bubble the ride, and in all
[01:19.36] Came from takin' the trip, stuffin' the ride, yea
[01:21.84] I'ma ride it on every of your ride
[01:24.39] Caught in every broad or market, park it, hop out in Deer Crew
[01:26.09] The heat is on perfect, tuckin' the linin'
[01:29.14] I'm fine and tryna get some tickets for sliding
[01:31.81] Freeway's in full effect
[01:34.26] And all these Bitches want some millions just to hear my rhyme
[01:36.80] And I Don't Gotta Boss 'Em To Give Nectar
[01:39.28] The boy give check-ups, I get neck, when I don't ask
[01:41.80] When Mami's with the Ax, make my baby momma ask
[01:44.75] Look, that's the crime, and I
[01:46.41] Don't wanna force y'all to give checks, uh
[01:49.52] Without tax, freeway shoot ya from ya head to ya toe
[01:52.59] From ya toes to ya neck
[01:54.51] That's what the boy brought, extra large
[01:56.93] The name F-R- double the E, tell 'em
[01:59.30] Don't really wanna cross the line and
[02:01.94] I don't wanna have to tell ya twice and
[02:05.06] Trick, R-O-C bring trouble your way
[02:07.40] W-A-to the Y, tell 'Em
[02:09.93] Lean back, don't slow up
[02:12.12] Freeway gets no love
[02:15.06] Trick, R-O-C bring trouble this parts
[02:17.22] Freeway bring trouble to soloists
[02:19.76] The sawed off split, get the fuck outta dodge
[02:22.10] Know this, I came from nothing, so ain't nothing for my gauge to duck
[02:24.69] You punks, get outta line, and I cock back, bloody ya Tee
[02:28.16] Pull ya top back, drive through at Mcdonald's
[02:32.58] In front of Ronald, put ya brains on ya big Mac, make
[02:36.49] Sure the bitch don't leave
[02:38.66] I got a gat and a clip in each sleeve
[02:40.84] With Boxers, So My Dick Can Breathe
[02:42.54] Breeze through in the '89, delt with my boys with my whistle on freeze
[02:45.44] That's how you know I got the block On smash
[02:48.34] Act up, I put your stripper on freeze
[02:50.19] Me and Sieg', like Snoop and Daz
[02:53.14] Because tricks that fuck, couldn't give me the ass
[02:55.01] And they roll up, light up, pass me the trees, come on
[02:57.37] The name F-R- double the E, tell 'em
[03:08.93] Don't really wanna cross the line and
[03:10.62] I don't wanna have to tell ya twice and
[03:12.94] Trick, R-O-C bring trouble your way
[03:15.67] W-A-to the Y, tell 'Em
[03:18.47] Lean back, don't slow up
[03:20.90] Freeway gets no love
[03:23.58] Trick, R-O-C bring trouble this parts
[04:01.23]