Solomon Childs - I'll Hurt You lyrics

[Intro: Solomon Childs] Yeah... uh... Nahmean? Yeah... yeah... yo, check me [Chorus: Solomon Childs] Duke, don't cross the line (I'll hurt cha) Duke, don't cross the line (I'll hurt cha) Duke, don't cross the line (I'll hurt cha) Duke, don't cross the line (I'll hurt cha) [Solomon Childs] Coast to coast, we the unexpected Let it rain, rejoice to relocate '07, millennium mate, Solomon h**n red The great, sparks'll fly, licks escape Let the hammer tuck first, f** a debate n***as is cold puss, West Brighton Autobiography, street odyssey Clapped in vain, what happened in homeboy? Thought you was supposed to rain Muthaf**as carried away with the fame Scared to enhance, scared to advance Scared to stand in what you believe Life is real, nobody said it'll be hard to achieve And always remember, in a gunfight Don't hit for his head, hit for his knees So when he beg, you can hear him plead [Chorus] [Solomon Childs] I'm playing for keeps, murda all ya n***as Never let a cheat slide Cut til you see his insides, Red Foxx grind n***a, I want all mines Spit that millimeter showtime, boss crime Crime boss, let the miggy-mack toss Five in ya a**hole, it's real ashtma That real hard to breathe, son, I'm breathing sure And I ain't afraid of the rain, or to be stared We facing 15 in all kinds of court I want my money to move by airports Crafts in my ribs, when I spit So I gotta get it, cuz nobody's promissed tomorrow Young brothas minds is hollow Peep the game, shorty, I'm here to be a role model I sware man, I'm here to be a role model [Chorus]