Nobody Crosses Me

Lyrics for Nobody Crosses Me

Any nigga wanna test my nuts must prepare to die Bullets they pop, suckers they drop Cause I move crack for the drive-by Notice that I'm King of Kings when you nail me to that stick Wether I die or wether I live still killas they squashin' shit Set slippin' is how you come, I been project boy too long I represent O to the G dedicated to the streets splittin' domes When I blast on yo ass I must empty my clip Screamin' out "die motherfucker" Point blank range then he hit the dip I'm thinkin' of homicide then suicide I'm livin' a hard life with jackin' and the thuggish thoughts Let me tell you what my hood is like Murderer, burglar, robbers niggas they hangin' And bangin' and swangin' and flamin' them AK's and hay When niggas be slippin' we be gankin' Maintainin' on that pay cause he gon' be down When you be down If you stab me in my back; you either gon' swim You either gon' drown I'm serious mane, when the doors get kicked down Nobody can duck "What about his mother and kids?" nigga I don't give a fuck! I'm thinkin' of plans, I'm thinkin' of plans, I'm thinkin' of plots I got some rocks, a sub-zero mask, two clips and a Glock Ain't gon' tolerate no hatred from you monkey-ass clowns Smellin' the frontin' and back stabbin' I'mma lay yo busta ass down Now stop cryin' son of a bitch, I ain't shot ya yet My automatic reset his (?) his baby nuts wet I'm thinkin' of another smooth plan See mean-ass hoes set up a plot She been fuckin' his nigga for life, three months That love don't get 'em back You better listen because this bitch we had The same all over the world Game is played for the paper, never free Now she's walkin' down the stairs I'm on the phone, she claimin' his dick done snore too loud It's time to make my move ... Buckin' the head to the clouds, fool she knock him out I'm in the back yard, jumpin' over bushes Jumpin' on the porch, the door unlocked I sneaked through the living room, crawlin' up the steps - I think I'm at the stash spot The dope was missin', a bitch start screamin A nigga was never asleep I'm bustin' at they heads, where da dope? Nobody crosses me See I ain't no fake pimp bitch, I got hoes on the track Women dancin' in the shake junt Sendin' my money through western union I done usin' so many phones, my knuckles rusty I'm breakin' and shakin' the cryptic crowds They swear to god I'm lucky I heard that cocaine was the biggest pimp around town Since '76 the game been kind of a switched around It's more motherfuckin' hoes on the track These junkies be sellin' they pussy These niggas they sellin' that crack So what, these bitches wanna bring daddy the cash That it just set it to the stack Cause I ain't dependent on yo broke ass Many pimps, they die, they lookin' half dead Cause they can't shoot the right game to the bitch heads Tr-izz-ick a b-izz-itch will br-izz-eak a b-izz-itch Where izz-am the p-izzn-imp where izz-I get r-izzn-ich Playa haters, mack invaders, rhodé fakers penetrate Hatred from they fuckin' heart, nina shots will illustrate Suckers in a casket, talkin' about the Skinny Pimp (?) doubt me, lookin' for it, cross me I'mma leave yo chest dimp Look at that .45 put to yo face Motherfucker I ain't scared to catch a case Gobber, mobber chrome thang Fuck you off in no trace like (?) We livin' up in the days where the killers don't give a fuck We dumpin' a hollow in yo skull, Memphis niggas tooooo buck I'm from the side where the killers like to start a riot Fuck you up cause you can't duck, I'm advertisin' homicides Ain't no clan thicker than my clan See I got a gang in different states ... Gotta come with evil plans To take you out this gutter I do too, you knew too Mentality bitch ah I dare you To come into my hood flippin' with no fuckin' scrap You slippin' into a drive-by, I'm hittin' that water You takin' eternal naps Shoot 'em down, shoot you down with my .45 G-L-O-C Mean I with this mask to my face The bounty hunters cannot stop ... run, lookin' suspicious, runnin' from choppers Drinkin' straight Vodka, keepin' my mobber Hangin' with Triple Six, Gimisum robbers Aimin' my heat cause destruction I ain't cappin' Boom-boom-boom! No duckin' I'm doin' a 187 biatch