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