Bm Konvikt MuzikG A (Ross} OhhhF# (Triple C's) [Hook}Bm If you ever cross that lineG I guarantee ya there'll be nothin' to save yaA I got a whole bunch of guerillas ready to pull the triggaF# And we all for that paperBm Comin' from a life of crime (Ross)G Tryna be on my best behaviorA You see my rep's gettin' biggerF# But still that same nigga bustin' shots at them hatersBm But only if you cross that line [Verse 1]G I was birthed in the crackhouseA But what made it worse every first is a packed houseF# Little brother knowin' life illegal No toys just playin' with pipes and needlesBm I'm gon' find knights and regalsG A $5000 on the paint just so life will see ya, Green cards for the free lunchF# Bm Now his green cards scream larger than seats crush, Big guns for the other sideG A Killa try me I'mma teach his momma homicide, I wanna see his momma eyes (momma eyes)F# I done cried 20 years now I'm runnin' dry [Hook}Bm If you ever cross that lineG I guarantee ya there'll be nothin' to save yaA I got a whole bunch of guerillas ready to pull the triggaF# And we all for that paperBm Comin' from a life of crime (Ross)G Tryna be on my best behaviorA You see my rep's gettin' biggerF# But still that same nigga bustin' shots at them hatersBm But only if you cross that line [Verse 2]Bm When I'm low on funds, I'mma load up gunsG Slap ya in the head I'mma open oneA African in bed, she just hope I'm doneF# See the voodoo priest then the coke gon' comeBm Open up a drum, I'm eatin' Oprah crumbsG Got poor credit, got whore debitA Walk in the 40-40 I'mma score, bet itF# Four tennis chains ho, I'm progeticBm But the 4 pellets will getcha prostheticsG If you don't get it, just don't let itA A life sentence is a life sentenceF# All my homies got 'em, they just like Benzes [Hook}Bm If you ever cross that lineG I guarantee ya there'll be nothin' to save yaA I got a whole bunch of guerillas ready to pull the triggaF# And we all for that paperBm Comin' from a life of crime (Ross)G Tryna be on my best behaviorA You see my rep's gettin' biggerF# But still that same nigga bustin' shots at them hatersBm But only if you cross that line [Verse 3]Bm Don't push me killa, I ain't pussy killaG You "would be" killas, that is "could be" killaA The last minute of your last breathF# I'm the last entrance right before your last stepBm Shot a, Block papa, my block gottaG Cross the line - pay the fine (Ross) Cop dollarsA The motto - you're age, creed, or color killaF# Can't cut it stay choppin' through the butter killaBm Critics wonder will I last longG Even though I showed my ass on my last song (Ross)A I gets my mash on (Ross), no mask on (Ross)F# Cross Ross baby it'll be a sad song [Hook}Bm If you ever cross that lineG I guarantee ya there'll be nothin' to save yaA I got a whole bunch of guerillas ready to pull the triggaF# And we all for that paperBm Comin' from a life of crime (Ross)G Tryna be on my best behaviorA You see my rep's gettin' biggerF# But still that same nigga bustin' shots at them hatersBm But only if you cross that line
Cross That Line
Rick Ross
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