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lirik lagu jim jones - cross the line

[intro: jim jones]
dipset, dipset, bryd gang (n~gga)
you know how we do it
jim jones, capo status
tap dancing on liva
we give a f~ck about na~sah, n~gga
we’s pushin’ the limit, uh

[verse 1: jim jones & n.o.r.e.]
man, i don’ crossed the line (yeah)
f~ckin’ [?] [?] the [?] (errrr)
man, i see po~nines (errrr) speeding in this porsche 9 (yeah)
we some media babies (yeah)
hoes see us, go brazy (woah)
please believe that we [?] (yep)
in every bit of our ways (why?)
from the way that we dress (what else?)
everyday stay fresh (wooo)
you drooling gril, please babe get your brеath (uh)
you ain’t made for this yet (nope)
wе put lazs on techs (errrr)
and we roll in new coupes (errrr)
like we bo in [?] [?]
while we blowin’ the [?] (yeah)
they say we totally loose (why?)
cause they know we stay mobbin’ (okay)
and we approach all our problems (yea)
still post up in harlem (errrr)
move coke while it’s hardened (errrr)
give a toast to my squadron, we don’ made it y’all (yeah)
yeah we did it from nothin’ (uh~huh)
man, we get it no bluffing (yep)
no bullsh~t and no stuntin’, we the greatest ya’ll (errrr)
now what’s gonna stop us? (nothin’) (what?)
not even the coppers (f~ck ’em) (yeah)
i seen them fiending to pop us, we got vs and [?] (yea)
[chorus: n.o.r.e. & [?]]
n~gga you want none (what!)
your homies want none (what!)
ya n~ggas want none
find yourself shot in your truck
n~gga you want none (what!)
your homies want none (what!)
ya n~ggas want none
find yourself (uh, geah) shot the f~ck up

[verse 2: [?] & n.o.r.e.]
and we in great shape (yeah)
cause we don’ raped states (yeah)
[?] [?], [?] took the [?] [?] (that’s ours)
shouts to the midwest (east)
shouts to the gun cartel (eastside)
they still dump [?]
that’s no fun in jail (errrr)
i stay sitting down (yeah)
moving bricks and pounds (got weight)
plus that beef came
i spray 50 rounds (errrr)
point blanks at teterboro
point blank, we so thoro (yeah)
blow dank and breach through borough
plus i plays in brooklyn (uh~huh)
yeah way in brooklyn
i’m talkin’ (the stuy)
my dogs bark with shawty (yeah)
and they’ll chop ya body (blatt)
set town is ours (harlem)
back down you cowards ([?])
blat ’round you cowards, (harlem) leave crack around them [?] (yeah)
that’s when the rucker start (uh)
sh~t, when the rucker start (uh)
early summer time, word, (yeah) dips is fronting time (errrr)
i’m talking [?] elevens (what?)
beef, engines, cars we revving (yeah)
on big body setters, dipset, f~ck ’em, f~ck (errrr)
[chorus: n.o.r.e. & [?]]
n~gga you want none (what!)
your homies want none (what!)
ya n~ggas want none
find yourself shot in your truck
n~gga you want none (what!)
your homies want none (what!)
ya n~ggas want none
find yourself shot the f~ck up

[interlude: n.o.r.e. & jim jones]
ayo bryd gang what’s up? (yea)
it’s ya boy n.o. from militainment [?]
we doin’ the f~ck we gotta do
jim jones you been comin’ for a long time
it’s time for you to come on these n~ggas and smack (yea!) the sh~t out these n~ggas, man (dipset, n~gga)
step to the motherf~cking mic, (let’s ride, n~gga) n~gga
(nah sa mean, ya heard)

[verse 3: jim jones & n.o.r.e.]
this how gangstas do it (blat)
stop the [?] and shoot (stop it)
blow danks, they [?] ([?])
know your rank is [?] (errrr)
bout your [?] system (errrr)
f~ck them birds, we diss ’em (yeah)
we ride birds and ship ’em (yeah)
to the suburbs and get ’em ([?])
i ain’t pimpin’ [?] (yeah)
but i got b~tches though ([?])
most of them get the dough
most of is bricks they sold (uh)
or it’s d~cks they sucked (yep)
whatever to get that buck (get it)
then give it all to daddy (yea)
bout to white wall my caddy (get it)
i’ma [?] [?] (errrr)
stay so fresh and so clean (errrr)
i spend a straight g [?]
and that’s just on my jeans (yea)
i will press on your team (yea)
yeah, braveheart (what?)
n~gga, we brake hearts ([?])
y’all like hoe sl~ts (errrrr)
more and more like hoe sl~ts (f~g!)
and you’ll get touched bad (p~ssy)
or you’ll get f~cked, f~g (rider)
ain’t you heard we bust mags? (dipset)
capo (yo) and [?], n~gga (yeah) (what)
capo and [?], n~gga (yeah)
starting your war, send troops to your block like what
[chorus: n.o.r.e., [?] & jim jones]
n~gga you want none (what!) (ghea)
your homies want none (what!) (rider)
ya n~ggas want none
find yourself shot in your truck
n~gga you want none (what!)
your homies want none (what!)
ya n~ggas want none
find yourself shot the f~ck up

[outro: jim jones]
yea
find yourself popped up, n~gga
shouts to n.o., his whole [?], na sa mean, ya heard
jim jones, capo status, kufi smacker, shouts to k!lla da don, juelz santana, free freaky zekey, free h~ll rell, dipset, riders, bryd gang, g’s up, hoes down, you know how we ride, cake~oholic, east side, all the time

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