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proof - cross tha' line lyrics

act like i don’t know y’all
tryna tell me how i know y’all? (laughter)
aight

your n+ggas is young, your n+ggas is bumz
your n+ggas is weak, your n+ggas is hoes
your n+ggas is b+tch, your n+gga’s a snitch
your n+gga that flip your n+ggas is gone
your n+gga a scared, your n+gga is shook
your soldier is drunk, your soldiers is wrong
your n+ggas is move, your n+ggas is beat
your n+ggas retreat, your n+ggas is gone

shiit

now i’m the first to pull it, so bullets is useless
the proof this i heard it’s stupid
the truth is reality it’s mine
wanna battle me for suttin’
don’t make daddy paddle that behind
g+y bombs sought with mics at night with day chimes
contemplate on your fate and play god
easy to run over the peasly with measly bucks
i’m roy jones, who wanna beat me up? (c’mon)
pop and bust on pesty children
till’ the 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
i’m brassing your district, put my mag on your b+tch lip
k!llers want that ass like f+gs with stiff d+cks
in the jag with my mistress, grab while you’re entrance
and last this repentance

war comitee often time make the enemy’s post recline
with the pressure you then lost your mind
no caution dying, motherf+cker you then crossed tha’ line

don’t leave fingerprints, i’m smarter than the average
hands caught up in this rapper sh+t, harder than active scripts
caught up with aqua hits
from out the smith from the wesson
the time he was found with his chest pressed in
proof and soul soon tracks most of the cr+p that sales
make me think the fans are smoking the crack
open the facts: jigga’s the baller; pac’s the thug; biggie’s the king; shady’s an active drug; nas the truth; the locks are the block; d12 is slept on; 50 is hot; + miss me or not?
i’m back for respect, love, and war
or blood on swords and the fools in person that hugged the lord
tell bugz i’m raw and i’ll see him soon
meeting room i’m deep as a bleeding wound
proceeding through the trenches with a message
until i exit, you best respect it, for credit i’ll leave you headless

war comitee often time make the enemy’s post recline
with the pressure you then lost your mind
no caution dying, motherf+cker you then crossed tha’ line

- proof lyrics

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