Lyrics:
on the 101 North goin right
See uson the 55 at an odd time
still hopping over state lines
watching out for one time with a mind full of sunshine
inside
You picked up your cross
You fought for the lost
Led by your spirit
Annointed to witness
You said your word was the truth
You told me to get up
of shape like a pretzel
Comin wit more cross over appeal than Van Exel
And I hope to God that I don't go to serve no cavi
Stressin' to maintain self
Yeah brought the flame
Ready to send yo ass all down the drain
Come on over here baby
You aint gotta ride wit them bustas no more
Never again
Bitch its
sick wit it man slaughter
Practice lookin' harder than 40 Water
Niggaz all over claimin' they foldin' weight
I caught yo slippin', rippin' that duct
space
And stamped a number over my face
And he sent me running
Let me in-let me in-immigration man
Can I cross the line and pray
I can stay another
gonna save my life
But tonight, I crossed the line
I used to know her, when my house was sober
I could find lessons in life
Over and over, is it
mind over matter it's got a true-school-blue
betty cracker made it better
poindex the flex to track by Busta
with a little bit of sore from
She gon' make sure I'm right
Get in first-line, let it take off
You made it brine then I take off
Cross me so much, I got nails in my hand
City
line."
Then the section foreman said, "Hey! Hammer-swinger!
I see you your own hammer boy but, what all can them muscles do?" and he said,
"I can hoist
at the finish line and there ain't no drill
It's so far behind that it don't got the brains to quit it
When she blows up she'll scatter cross the hills Lord,
got to feed us
When she was alone she cried by the phone pepping out the window heeding
But still I didn't see it
Mama hid it from us
We was kids
hop when my pockets got rabbit ears
When I'm a grown man, I don't live off hand me downs (Yeah)
If you know what I'm saying like Danny Brown (Uh huh)
Used to watch plays at The Beacon
Now I'm getting paid just for speaking
Cross me better find a Deacon
Or end up chased by the dogs so let the fleas in
ASAP watch out
You try your hardest to cross the line
While I'm all tied up in myself
I've got to give it to you
Though times have changed we'll still go
her mind
'Cause I ain't leaving the club with out my nine
You know I got my nine
Think twice 'fore you cross that line
You needed must've lost your
game is wicked
Different type of cobras when expose there is no restrictions
It's predicted you would cross the line and leave my life evicted
No I ain't
hashtag MuzeSikkEveryDay bitch
Verse two
Verse two
No one heard you the first time
This is how we get it on that third line
Utilize mind over matter
I pull
Stay in the Lines
Don't think Just Color
Paint by Number
Stay in the Lines,
Don't think Just Color
Paint by Number
Stay in the Lines
Don't think Just
Yo, yellow cheese, eggs, white pancake batter
Put a little bit up on the skillet
When it starts to bubble
Flip it over with your spatula
Yeah, yeah,
That's the pay for a steel driver on this line"
Then the section foreman said, "Hey, hammer swinger
I see you brought your own hammer boy
But what else
at the finish line and there ain't no drill
It's so far behind that it don't got the brains to quit it
When she blows up she'll scatter cross the hills Lord,
is tucked
You wiggity-wack with the strap, you cross Chris, make you jump
I criss-cross with the pump, ain't no bricks in the trunk
Leave that shit
cross that line that O-Red cross
Cause O-Red lost to my man clear
I do got stage performance
On stage I perform like every damn where
In jail, a month
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