Intro
A#m
Konvikt Muzik
F# G#
(Ross} Ohhh
F
(Triple C's)
[Hook}
A#m
If you ever cross that line
F#
I guarantee ya there'll be nothin' to save ya
G#
I got a whole bunch of guerillas ready to pull the trigga
F
And we all for that paper
A#m
Comin' from a life of crime (Ross)
F#
Tryna be on my best behavior
G#
You see my rep's gettin' bigger
F
But still that same nigga bustin' shots at them haters
A#m
But only if you cross that line
[Verse 1]
F#
I was birthed in the crackhouse
G#
But what made it worse every first is a packed house
F
Little brother knowin' life illegal No toys just playin' with pipes and needles
A#m
I'm gon' find knights and regals
F# G#
$5000 on the paint just so life will see ya, Green cards for the free lunch
F A#m
Now his green cards scream larger than seats crush, Big guns for the other side
F# G#
Killa try me I'mma teach his momma homicide, I wanna see his momma eyes (momma eyes)
F
I done cried 20 years now I'm runnin' dry
[Hook}
A#m
If you ever cross that line
F#
I guarantee ya there'll be nothin' to save ya
G#
I got a whole bunch of guerillas ready to pull the trigga
F
And we all for that paper
A#m
Comin' from a life of crime (Ross)
F#
Tryna be on my best behavior
G#
You see my rep's gettin' bigger
F
But still that same nigga bustin' shots at them haters
A#m
But only if you cross that line
[Verse 2]
A#m
When I'm low on funds, I'mma load up guns
F#
Slap ya in the head I'mma open one
G#
African in bed, she just hope I'm done
F
See the voodoo priest then the coke gon' come
A#m
Open up a drum, I'm eatin' Oprah crumbs
F#
Got poor credit, got whore debit
G#
Walk in the 40-40 I'mma score, bet it
F
Four tennis chains ho, I'm progetic
A#m
But the 4 pellets will getcha prosthetics
F#
If you don't get it, just don't let it
G#
G# life sentence is a life sentence
F
All my homies got 'em, they just like Benzes
[Hook}
A#m
If you ever cross that line
F#
I guarantee ya there'll be nothin' to save ya
G#
I got a whole bunch of guerillas ready to pull the trigga
F
And we all for that paper
A#m
Comin' from a life of crime (Ross)
F#
Tryna be on my best behavior
G#
You see my rep's gettin' bigger
F
But still that same nigga bustin' shots at them haters
A#m
But only if you cross that line
[Verse 3]
A#m
Don't push me killa, I ain't pussy killa
F#
You "would be" killas, that is "could be" killa
G#
The last minute of your last breath
F
I'm the last entrance right before your last step
A#m
Shot a, Block papa, my block gotta
F#
Cross the line - pay the fine (Ross) Cop dollars
G#
The motto - you're age, creed, or color killa
F
Can't cut it stay choppin' through the butter killa
A#m
Critics wonder will I last long
F#
Even though I showed my ass on my last song (Ross)
G#
I gets my mash on (Ross), no mask on (Ross)
F
Cross Ross baby it'll be a sad song
[Hook}
A#m
If you ever cross that line
F#
I guarantee ya there'll be nothin' to save ya
G#
I got a whole bunch of guerillas ready to pull the trigga
F
And we all for that paper
A#m
Comin' from a life of crime (Ross)
F#
Tryna be on my best behavior
G#
You see my rep's gettin' bigger
F
But still that same nigga bustin' shots at them haters
A#m
But only if you cross that line