Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cross That Line , by - Rick Ross. Release date: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cross That Line |
| Convict |
| Up Front, yeah |
| Convikt Muzik |
| Ross, Triple C’s |
| If you ever cross that line |
| I guarantee you there’ll be nothin' to save ya |
| I got a whole bunch of gorillas |
| Ready to pull the trigga |
| And we all for that paper |
| Comin' from a life of crime |
| Tryna be on my best behavior |
| You see my rep’s gettin' bigger |
| But still that same *** |
| Bustin' shots at them haters |
| But only if you cross that line |
| I was birthed in the *** |
| But what made it worse, every first is a packed house |
| Little brother knowin' life illegal |
| No toys, just playin' wit pipes and needles |
| I’m gon' find knights and regals |
| 5000 on the paint just so life will see ya |
| Green cards for the free lunch |
| Now his green cards scream larger than seats crush |
| Big *** for the other side |
| Try me I’ma teach his momma homicide |
| I wanna see his momma eyes |
| I done cried 20 years now I’m runnin' dry |
| If you ever cross that line |
| I guarantee you there’ll be nothin' to save ya |
| I got a whole bunch of gorillas |
| Ready to pull the trigga |
| And we all for that paper |
| Comin' from a life of crime |
| Tryna be on my best behavior |
| You see my rep’s gettin' bigger |
| But still that same *** |
| Bustin' shots at them haters |
| But only if you cross that line |
| Don’t cross that line |
| Hopin' that you don’t cross that line |
| Don’t cross that line |
| Baby, don’t cross that line |
| When I’m low on funds, I’ma load up |
| Slap ya in the head I’ma open one |
| African in bed, she just hope I’m done |
| See the voodoo priest, then the *** gon' come |
| Open up a drum, I’m eatin' Oprah crumbs |
| Got poor credit, got *** debit |
| Walk in the 40−40, I’ma score, bet it |
| Four tennis chains ***, I’m progetic |
| But the 4 pellets will getcha prosthetics |
| If you don’t get it, just don’t let it |
| A life sentence is a light sentence |
| All my homies got 'em, they just like business |
| If you ever cross that line |
| I guarantee you there’ll be nothin' to save ya |
| I got a whole bunch of gorillas |
| Ready to pull the trigga |
| And we all for that paper |
| Comin' from a life of crime |
| Tryna be on my best behavior |
| You see my rep’s gettin' bigger |
| But still that same *** |
| Bustin' shots at them haters |
| But only if you cross that line |
| Don’t cross that line |
| Hopin' that you don’t cross that line |
| Don’t cross that line |
| Baby, don’t cross that line |
| Don’t push me, I ain’t *** |
| You 'Would be killas', that is 'Could be' |
| The last minute of your last breath |
| I’m the last entrance right before your last step |
| Shot a *** papa, my block gotta |
| Cross the line, pay the fine, cop dollar |
| No matter you’re age, creed or color |
| Can’t cut it, stay choppin' through the butter |
| Critics wonder will I last long |
| Even though I showed my *** on my last song |
| I gets my mash on, no mask on |
| Cross Ross, baby, it’ll be a sad song |
| If you ever cross that line |
| I guarantee you there’ll be nothin' to save ya |
| I got a whole bunch of gorillas |
| Ready to pull the trigga |
| And we all for that paper |
| Comin' from a life of crime |
| Tryna be on my best behavior |
| You see my rep’s gettin' bigger |
| But still that same *** |
| Bustin' shots at them haters |
| But only if you cross that line |
| Don’t cross that line |
| Hopin' that you don’t cross that line |
| Don’t cross that line |
| Baby, don’t cross that line |