Cormega - A Thin Line lyrics

(Cormega) Your depiction of a thug n***a, is fiction Your words hung my n***a lines were drawn You sided with the judge I ain't a hater I don't love squellers thats me You have the audacity to talk like you real n***a you fold under pressure, my life is real You sold your soul to detectives I could get you murdered But you dying a slow d**h denying you told yet The truth came to light you a fake n***a You helped the D.A.'s case my n***a f** your life I hate the side of your face n***a Only a fake n***a would respect you You went against the cause and signed papers The signatures yours thats that bullsh** pardon me ?Sammy the bullsh**? take the stand betraying the fam Should have kept it real you put your fate in ya hand I guess thats the way it was planned (Hook) (Cormega) There's a a thin line between love and hate and you crossed it You had respect around the way and you lost it If a coward dies a thousand d**hs how you gon' live? n***a you get no love (Cormega) d**h before dishonor You sacrificed your breath so respect a n***a power in jail I get you hit up in the shower I'm a real n***a I walk the streets with pride I'm the turth, you living a lie You a part-time prosecuter, full time?hosa? I right rhymes with great'ness you write statements n***a And think the streets don't know Tssk, yo it was all good just a week ago How could you live with being the D.A.'s witness And knowing ya names a**ociated with snitches You could pray for forgiveness I'ma fact you a stool pigeon Ain't nothing you can do n***a, might I mention Only a b**h would snitch to get a lighter sentence Take it like a man n***a like official prints and cornbread n***a I'm a warrior you deserve a bullet in ya head n***a (Hook) (Cormega) Uhh, I'm tired of you coming through like snitching justifiable I once admired you, you rap ba*tard Ain't no need to explain you not my man Everytime you give me five I wash my hands What n***a, M-E-G-A b**h tell the D.A. bricks I move in three days not including the grindin What polluted ya mind was it alluded time my words are exulted yours ruin lives You a disgrace to ya race I'm true to mine All my doggs doing time, no before I side with the law I rather ride with the fours and deprive you of your, coward exsistence You probably send ya momma to prison to beat a sentence b*tch! (Hook)