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Little Brother f/ Big Treal - Cross That Line lyrics
[Intro: Phonte] Uh, then make the real drums Uh, then make the real drums Uh, then make the real drums Then make the real drums Nigga, then make the real drums We tricked you, we tricked you, we tricked you Then make the real drums Then make the real drums Uh, nigga, then make the real drums We tricked you, we tricked you, we tricked you It's Little Brother Phonte, Big Pooh, 9th Wonder My nigga Big Treal from the QC That's how we doin it Glad y'all grooved on that first part, I know you 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 is 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'fuckers still say they ain't feelin me You niggaz is killin me, it's just as I envisioned And just as I have bended my flow over this track like contortionist 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 niggaz 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 nigga heifers Matter of fact, nearly deffer than most these rap chaps Matter of fact, nigga special, this standard scraps Stamped razors and a fitted, call me handicapped Nigga gon' stroll me up? Shit 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 nigga dick deep in the dust I'm a hard act to follow, nigga 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 shit, 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 niggaz 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 niggaz from state to state, they say "Rapper" I'm in the midst of your hoes chit-chatter Glassjaw niggaz get shattered; I'm not flattered Fried-chicken niggaz 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 shit So when I go to the lab, I let my soul spit I'm light years in front of my foes My Chi-Town niggaz 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'fuckers 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 niggaz 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 shit I'ma, I'ma draw that line in the motherfuckin sand Or that line in the dirt, wherever you at I'ma draw that line, be like "I dare you to cross that line nigga!" "I DARE YOU to cross that line nigga, I DARE YOU!" Or I'ma get on that...Little Brother f/ Big Treal - Cross That Line - http://motolyrics.com/little-brother-f-big-treal/cross-that-line-lyrics.html