Don't Cross The Line Lyrics - Singles - Freeway

The name F R double the E 

The gat hack are end where the cops'll clip 

Back, flip, hands spring semi your V 

You callin' all an' run to the cops 

Don't make me wet, y'all 

With what's under the T-shirt 

The heat hurt, blew off ya front porch, your backyard 

Ya'll niggaz like dicks, pause 

Thick jaws, act hard, so they keep squirtin' 

I move work often 

Like when New York couldn't beat Boston 

Controllin' the nets, I float on ya block 

Hop out, post up, move rocks often 

Shut the shot down, pass it to Chris 

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If your boss got twelve on the neck, ten in the arm 

An' my gat at the end of my arms 

Hittin' the clip prick 

Flippin' ya vet, causin' you harm, nigga 

Ya'll need a place of respect, we runnin' shit 

The name, F R double the E, tell 'em 

Don't really wanna cross the line 

An' I don't wanna have to tell ya twice 

An' Trick, R O C bring trouble your way 

W A to the Y, tell 'em 

Means that don't show love 

Freeway gets no love 

Trick, R O C bring trouble this parts 

F R E, bubble the ride an' in all 

Came from takin' the trip, stuffin' the ride, yea 

I'ma ride it on every of your ride 

Caught in every broad or market 

Park it, hop out in deer crew 

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The heat is on perfect, tuckin' the linin' 

I'm fine an' trynna get some tickets for slidin' 

Freeway's in full effect 

An' all these bitches want some millions 

Just to hear my rhyme 

An' I don't gotta boss 'em to give nectar 

The boy get check-ups, I get neck, when I don't ask 

When mami's with the ax, make my baby momma ask 

Look, that's the crime 

An' I don't wanna force y'all to give checks, uh 

Without tax, Freeway shoot ya from ya head to ya toe 

From ya toes to ya neck 

That's what the boy brought, extra large 

The name, F R double the E, tell 'em 

Don't really wanna cross the line 

An' I don't wanna have to tell ya twice 

An' Trick, R O C bring trouble your way 

W A to the Y, tell 'em 

Means that don't show love 

Freeway gets no love 

Trick, R O C bring trouble this parts 

Freeway bring trouble to soloists 

The sawed off split, get the fuck outta dodge 

Know this, I came from nothin' 

So ain't nothin' for my gauge to duck 

You punks, get outta line 

An' I cock back, bloody ya tee 

Pull ya top back, drive through at McDonald's 

In front of Ronald, put ya brains on ya Big Mac 

Make sure the bitch don't leave 

I got a gat an' a clip in each sleeve 

With boxers, so my dick can breathe 

Breeze through in the '89 

Dealt with my boys, with my whistle on freeze 

That's how you know I got the block on smash 

Act up, I put your stripper on freeze 

Me an' Sieg', like Snoop an' Daz 

Because tricks that fuck, couldn't give me the ass 

An' they roll up, light up, pass me the trees, come on 

The name, F R double the E, tell 'em 

Don't really wanna cross the line 

An' I don't wanna have to tell ya twice 

An' Trick, R O C bring trouble your way 

W A to the Y, tell 'em 

Means that don't show love 

Freeway gets no love 

Trick, R O C bring trouble this parts 

It's Freeway and done away and we doin' it Holla, yeah, it's the rep 

F R double the E, tell 'em 

Cross the line, flip ya V? 

Ya lost you mind? Don't fuck with Free 

Trick, R O C bring trouble your way, holla