Cross Tha’ Line Proof

[Intro: Proof & 50 Cent]
-3
Acting like I don't know y'all
Trying to tell me how I know y'all? (*Laughter*)
Fine

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
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