A Thin Line

Cormega

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    Your depiction of a thug nigga, is fiction
    Your words hung my nigga lines were drawn
    You sided with the judge I ain't a hater
    I don't love squellers(squealers,) thats me
    You have the audacity to talk like you real
    Nigga you fold under pressure, my life is real
    You sold your soul to detectives I could get you murdered
    But you dying a slow death denying you told yet
    The truth came to light you a fake nigga
    You helped the D.A.'s case my nigga
    Fuck your life I hate the side(sight) of your face nigga
    Only a fake nigga would respect you
    You went against the cause and signed papers
    The signatures yours thats that bullshit pardon me
    ?Sammy the bullshit? take the stand betraying the fam
    Should have kept it real you put your fate in ya hand
    I guess thats the way it was planned

    There's a a thin line between love and hate and you crossed it
    You had respect around the way and you lost it
    If a coward dies a thousand deaths how you gon' live?
    Nigga you get no love

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    Death before dishonor
    You sacrificed your breath so respect a nigga power in jail
    I get you hit up in the shower
    I'm a real nigga I walk the streets with pride
    I'm the turth, you living a lie
    You a part-time prosecuter, full time ?hosa?[haza(see "Frank" in Scarface)]
    I right rhymes with great'ness you write statements nigga
    And think the streets don't know
    Tssk, yo it was all good just a week ago
    How could you live with being the D.A.'s witness
    And knowing ya names associated with snitches
    You could pray for forgiveness I'ma fact(falcon) you a stool pigeon
    Ain't nothing you can do nigga, might I mention
    Only a bitch would snitch to get a lighter sentence
    Take it like a man nigga like official prints and cornbread nigga
    I'm a warrior you deserve a bullet in ya head nigga

    Uhh, I'm tired of you coming through like snitching justifiable
    I once admired you, you rap(rat) bastard
    Ain't no need to explain you not my man
    Everytime you give me five I wash my hands
    What nigga, M-E-G-A bitch tell the D.A. bricks
    I move in three days not including the grindin
    What polluted ya mind was it alluded time
    my words are exulted(exalted) yours ruin lives
    You a disgrace to ya race I'm true to mine
    All my doggs doing time, know before I side with the law
    I rather ride with the fours and deprive you of your, coward exsistence
    You probably send ya momma to prison to beat a sentence bitch!

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