Buckshot - Don't You Cross The Line lyrics

[Intro-Sean Price] Pen my mutha f**in' rhyme, yeah, what up, what up? Boot Camp in the house, Sean P, set it off, yo [Verse 1-Sean Price] Hey yo, the arm bone connected to the hand bone n***a, the hand bone connected to the damn chrome Sean is a k**er, Monkey Barz, Sean a gorilla Great ape in the flesh, the Great 8 is the best Duke, I spit bodies and take name, and take aim At wack-a** rappers who be thinkin' that they the king Stop with the lies 'fore I put a knot on your eye Pop a popular guy, pa, plot your demise It's not just a rhyme, it's a actual fact That the God would actually clap at any rapper that's wack Internet n***as usin' my image, you not Sean Triple-w-dot-get the f** on-dot com [Verse 2-Top Dog] I'm still G'd up, G.C.'d up B.C.'d up, blaze the weed up Henny in my cup, jump in my truck Knuck if you buck and bust if I don't trust, so... Don't You Cross The Line, understand? Or the gun's in my hand, the gun goes "blam" My sh** don't jam, murk you and your fam In a military stance, got you pissin' in your pants [Verse 3-Rock] Yo, I roll with a bunch of gun dumpers You'se a f*g, you roll with a bunch of bu*t munchers I will ghost you, but won't nobody call no Ghostbusters Bet if you live, next time you'll call some toast busters I'm so gutter, since you really shook, I whoop bouncers My reputation precedes me, they know I could and would Out countless hood pouncers, I beat fire out of n***as like you My right hand's a recliner, lean back off that Track of the pack of your cabbage, fall flat Smack of the earth, with your staff's jacked before that Happen, I'm Boot Camp, what you expect from me? I ain't askin' for love, you f**ers better love me [Hook] So Don't You Cross The Line, understand? Or you'll get this, boy, this sh**, boy Don't you walk around like you raw Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy Don't You Cross The Line, understand? Or you'll get this, boy, this sh**, boy Don't you walk around like you raw Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy [Verse 4-Buckshot] Buck is ma** murder, I murder the ma**es New or old school, I shoot up they cla**es n***as need gla**es when you lookin' at I To recognize BDI, I'm a crook 'til I die f** y'all, why? I was on the low with no dough And y'all was like, "Nah, I don't no go" When y'all had yo flow, now my attitude is so-so You jealous and you wanna tell po-po, for what, yo? I don't sell no crack I don't sell no c**aine, weed now or none of that But, I am here for runnin' rap I tell you one thing, f** with that, gun in your back Boo-ya-ka! Who ya nah? Buckshot, I was here before 2Pac died No doubt, One Nation, I'm done wastin' time Now my gun facin' while you wastin' lines, we rise [Hook] So Don't You Cross The Line, understand? Or you'll get this, boy, this sh**, boy Don't you walk around like you raw Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy Don't You Cross The Line, understand? Or you'll get this, boy, this sh**, boy Don't you walk around like you raw Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy [Verse 5-Tek] This little n***a went out for a night on the town With a cone-head hoodie and a black four-pound Ran up to the door, told 'em "open it now 'Fore I co*k back the hammer and blow the sh** down" Now you see how bad n***as on my dick Sayin' what you did to me when you ain't do sh** 'Cept hide behind your man, cop a plea to my dude Y'all n***as is sweet, easily become food So stay in your lane, homes, before them thangs drawn And it be you and all of your mans gone [Verse 6-Louieville Sluggah] Look, ain't nobody doin' a got-damn Forever B-C-C is the fam So s**er n***as hate if you want Get your chest blown out, crack a n***a blazin' a skunk I'm high as Cheech, levels you can't reach Sippin' on that 'Nac, tighten up the strap f**in' with this 'Bad b**h' and her name ain't Trina Just a thorough b**h, told me "Stack and keep your feet up" I'm on mines double time, yeah, your boy gotta shine And my life consist of more then just rhymes n***as hatin' on the bankroll But n***a, front if you want, stand under the halo [Hook] So Don't You Cross The Line, understand? Or you'll get this, boy, this sh**, boy Don't you walk around like you raw Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy Don't You Cross The Line, understand? Or you'll get this, boy, this sh**, boy Don't you walk around like you raw Or you'll get hit boy, click, click, boy [Verse 7-Steele] Yeah, if you cross me, that'll be costly Lose a lung or a limb, slug puncture your artery Go thatta-way, you're startin' to bother me When I'm frustrated, guns blazin', no apologies f** what they told you, I don't know you I don't owe you a damn thing, f** what you go through I got issues of my own, pistols made of chrome Specially used to some dudes like you back home