Don't You Cross the Line

(Intro-Sean Price)
Pen my mutha ******* rhyme, yeah, what up, what up?
Boot Camp in the house, Sean P, set it off, yo
( Verse 1-Sean Price)
Hey yo, the arm bone connected to the hand bone
*******, the hand bone connected to the damn chrome
Sean is a killer, Monkey Barz, Sean a gorilla
Great ape in the flesh, the Great 8 is the best
Duke, I spit bodies and take name, and take aim
At wack-ass rappers who be thinkin that they the king
Stop with the lies fore I put a knot on your eye
Pop a popular guy, pa, plot your demise
Its not just a rhyme, its a actual fact
That the God would actually clap at any rapper thats wack
Internet *******s usin my image, you not Sean
Triple-w-dot-get the ******* on-dot com
(Verse 2 -Top Dog)
Im still Gd up, G.C.d up
B.C.d up, blaze the ******* up
Henny in my cup, jump in my truck
Knuck if you buck and bust if I dont trust, so...
Dont You Cross The Line, understand?
Or the guns in my hand, the gun goes 'blam'
My *******t dont jam, murk you and your fam
In a military stance, got you pissin in your pants
(Verse 3-Rock)
Yo, I roll with a bunch of gun dumpers
Youse a fag, you roll with a bunch of butt munchers
I will ghost you, but wont nobody call no Ghostbusters
Bet if you live, next time youll call some toast busters
Im so gutter, since you really shook, I whoop bouncers
My reputation precedes me, they know I could and would
Outcountless hood pouncers, I beat fire out of *******s like you
My right hands a recliner, lean back off that
Track of the pack of your cabbage, fall flat
Smack of the earth, with your staffs jacked before that
Happen, Im Boot Camp, what you expect from me?
I aint askin for love, you ******s better love me
(Hook)
So Dont You Cross The Line, understand?
Or youll get this, boy, this *******t, boy
Dont you walk around like you raw
Or youll get hit boy, click, click, boy
Dont You Cross The Line, understand?
Or youll get this, boy, this *******t, boy
Dont you walk around like you raw
Or youll get hit boy, click, click, boy
(Verse 4-Buckshot)
Buck is mass murder, I murder the masses
New or old school, I shoot up they classes
*******s need glasses when you lookin at I
To recognize BDI, Im a crook til I die
******* yall, why? I was on the low with no dough
And yall was like, 'Nah, I dont no go'
When yall had yo flow, now my attitude is so-so
You jealous and you wanna tell po-po, for what, yo?
I dont sell no crack
I dont sell no *******, ******* now or none of that
But, I am here for runnin rap
I tell you one thing, ******* with that, gun in your back
Boo-ya-ka! Who ya nah?
Buckshot, I was here before Tupac died
No doubt, One Nation, Im done wastin time
Now my gun facin while you wastin lines, we rise
(Hook)
So Don't You Cross The Line, understand?
Or youll get this, boy, this *******t, boy
Dont you walk around like you raw
Or youll get hit boy, click, click, boy
Dont You Cross The Line, understand?
Or youll get this, boy, this *******t, boy
Dont you walk around like you raw
Or youll get hit boy, click, click, boy
(Verse 5-Tek)
This little ******* went out for a night on the town
With a cone-head hoodie and a black four-pound
Ran up to the door, told em 'open it now
Fore I ****** back the hammer and blow the *******t down'
Now you see how bad *******s on my *******
Sayin what you did to me when you aint do *******t
Cept hide behind your man, cop a plea to my dude
Yall *******s is sweet, easily become food
So stay in your lane, homes, before them thangs drawn
And it be you and all of your mans gone
(Verse 6-Louieville Sluggah)
Look, aint nobody doin a got-damn
Forever B-C-C is the fam
So sucker *******s hate if you want
Get your chest blown out, crack a ******* blazin a skunk
Im high as Cheech, levels you cant reach
Sippin on that Nac, tighten up the strap
* ****** with this Bad ******* and her name aint Trina
Just a thorough *******, told me 'Stack and keep your feet up'
Im on mines double time, yeah, your boy gotta *******ne
And my life consist of more then just rhymes
*******s hatin on the bankroll
But ** *****, frontif you want, stand under the halo
(Hook)
So Dont You Cross The Line, understand?
Or youll get this, boy, this *******t, boy
Dont you walk around like you raw
Or youll get hit boy, click, click, boy
Dont You Cross The Line, understand?
Or youll get this, boy, this ******* t, boy
Dont you walk around like you raw
Or youll get hit boy, click, click, boy
(Verse 7-Steele)
Yeah, if you cross me, thatll be costly
Lose a lung or a limb, slug puncture your artery
Go thatta-way, youre startin to bother me
When Im frustrated, guns blazin, no apologies
******* what they told you, I dont know you
I dont owe you a damn thing, ******* what you go through
I got issues of my own, pistols made of chrome
Specially used to some dudes like you back home