Cross the Border (J.B.M. Remix) Philly's Most Wanted (Ft. Fabolous & Pusha T)
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[Intro: Boo-Bonic]
Uh-huh
Yeah, yeah
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Yeah
[Hook: Kelis & Boo-Bonic]
You wanna cross the border? (Yeah, uh-huh)
Well, come on, baby (That M shit)
You wanna cross the border?
Well, come on, baby (Yo, there it go)
[Verse 1: Boo-Bonic]
They call me A.J., a.k.a. Ant Jones
And ayy, that AK tear bones, homes
Seldomly ever talk over cell phones
Or chase dudes, I choke 'em like bass tubes (Ugh)
Every whip, every bitch, every leather coat (Ugh)
Since '88 to right now, I was never broke
Back then, I was V'd up (Ugh)
With a nut cup, problem with the price, nigga? See Buck
Never waiting in line, nigga, I bump (Ugh)
Pay everybody shit just to get to the front
Young, did I mention 21?
With more houses that sell than Century Twenty One?
Cops respect 'cause they know we big
And ain't lock us up for bodies that they know we did
That M shit clean you out like ammonia
Imagine '89, fucking Appolonia
Uh-huh
Yeah, yeah
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Yeah
[Hook: Kelis & Boo-Bonic]
You wanna cross the border? (Yeah, uh-huh)
Well, come on, baby (That M shit)
You wanna cross the border?
Well, come on, baby (Yo, there it go)
[Verse 1: Boo-Bonic]
They call me A.J., a.k.a. Ant Jones
And ayy, that AK tear bones, homes
Seldomly ever talk over cell phones
Or chase dudes, I choke 'em like bass tubes (Ugh)
Every whip, every bitch, every leather coat (Ugh)
Since '88 to right now, I was never broke
Back then, I was V'd up (Ugh)
With a nut cup, problem with the price, nigga? See Buck
Never waiting in line, nigga, I bump (Ugh)
Pay everybody shit just to get to the front
Young, did I mention 21?
With more houses that sell than Century Twenty One?
Cops respect 'cause they know we big
And ain't lock us up for bodies that they know we did
That M shit clean you out like ammonia
Imagine '89, fucking Appolonia
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