Little Brother - Cross That Line lyrics

[Intro: Phonte] Uh, then make the real drums Then make the real drums Uh, n***a, then make the real drums We tricked you, we tricked you, we tricked you It's Little Brother Phonte, Big Pooh, 9th Wonder My n***a Big Treal from the QC That's how we doin it We had y'all fooled on that first part, I know we did Let's get it goin, check it out [Phonte] They never shoulda told me to rhyme on this Get real, LB and Big Treal form unholy alliances Solely for the purpose of rhyming it's recommended you keep your eye on this Cause, I am this MC wit an iron fist that, hammers out each style that I've invented Hammers out each flow that I've presented A soldier for my squad like I enlisted HOJ still swingin the guillotine from here to the Philippines, it's just as I intended Muh'f**ers still say they ain't feelin me You n***az is k**in me, it's just as I envisioned And just as I have bended my flow over this track like contortionists I ain't even gotta drop no more bars for this Better dodge the draft, you don't want no war with this, c'mon! [Chorus 2X: Phonte] It goes, rock the party, rock-rock the party, rock I see you n***az tryna cross that line Don't stop the party, don't stop the party, rock But I ain't finna let you steal my shine [Big Treal] (Big Treal!) I'm way better than these n***a heifers Matter of fact, nearly deffer than most these rap chaps Matter of fact, n***a special, this standard scraps Stamped razors and a fitted, call me handicapped n***a gon' stroll me up? sh** I am well above average when a fugitive stick In other words, when it comes to fisticuffs, I ain't missed the bus So I am quick to leave a n***a dick deep in the dust I'm a hard act to follow, n***a can call me Sato Cause the flow black rain, stack change like the lotto Hold the world like Apollo till the world holler bravo Spanish girls call me Vato, chicks call my dick Ralo Pricks I'm the sh**, swallow these pills filled with Treal And 'Te and Pooh's rep stay huge as baby blue You hating dudes ain't got a clue, don't be mad at me Your rap's catastrophe from a lack of strategy [Chorus 2X: Phonte, Big Treal] It goes, rock the party, rock-rock the party, rock I see you n***az tryna cross that line Don't stop the party, don't stop the party, rock But I ain't finna let you steal my shine [Rapper Big Pooh] Check, you in the presence of one of the greats Ask n***az from state to state, they say "Rapper" I'm in the midst of your hoes chit-chatter Gla**jaw n***az get shattered; I'm not flattered Fried-chicken n***az get battered then laced with a garnish too, served on a platter, HOT! Right here if you want it or not Got a mean 16 that came off the top Ain't have no dough, walked off the lot Came back next week and cop, I got some old sh** So when I go to the lab, I let my soul spit I'm light years in front of my foes My Chi-Town n***as be like, "Pooh, you so cold" In H-Town, they be like "Poobie gettin throwed" Wool parka trench draped down to the flo' We the trillest muh'f**ers in the South, yee ain't know?! [Chorus 2X: Phonte, Rapper Big Pooh] It goes, rock the party, rock-rock the party, rock I see you n***az tryna cross that line Don't stop the party, don't stop the party, rock But I ain't bout to let you steal my shine [Outro: Rapper Big Pooh] Cheah, I'ma get on some of that Some of that, some of that little kid sh** I'ma, I'ma draw that line in the motherf**in sand Or that line in the dirt, wherever you at I'ma draw that line, be like "I dare you to cross that line n***a!" "I DARE YOU to cross that line, I DARE YOU!" Or I'ma get on that Put a stick on my shoulder and be like "Knock that sh** off!" Huh? Hahahaha...