Представляем точный текст композиции "Dont Cross The Line" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Faith Evans . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Dont Cross The Line» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Faith Evans передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Faith Evans - "Dont Cross The Line"
Lyrics to Dont Cross The Line : [Freeway] The name F-R-Double the E The gat hack, are, end where the copsll clip Back, flip, hands spring semi your V You callin all, and run to the cops Dont make me wet yall, with whats under the t-shirt The heat hurt, blew off ya front porch, your backyard Yall niggaz like dicks, pause Thick jaws, act hard, so they keep squirting I move work often, like when New York couldnt beat Boston Controllin the nets, I float on ya block Hop out, post up, move rocks often Shut the shot down, pass it to Chris If your boss got twelve on the neck, ten in the arm And my gat at the end of my arms, hittin the clip prick Flippin ya vet, causin you harm, nigga Yall need a place of respect, we runnin shit [Chorus: Faith Evans] The name F-R-Double the E, tell em Dont really wanna cross the line and I dont wanna have to tell ya twice, and Trick, R-O-C bring trouble your way W-A-to the Y, tell em Lean back, dont slow up Freeway gets no love Trick, R-O-C bring trouble this parts [Freeway] F-R-E, bubble the ride, and in all Came from takin the trip, stuffin the ride, yea Ima ride it on every of your ride Caught in every broad or market, park it, hop out in deer crew The heat is on perfect, tuckin the linin Im fine and trynna get some tickets for sliding Freeways in full effect And all these bitches want some millions just to hear my rhyme And I dont gotta boss em to give nectar The boy give check-ups, I get neck, when I dont ask When mamis with the ax, make my baby momma ask Look, thats the crime, and I Dont wanna force yall to give checks, uh Without tax, Freeway shoot ya from ya head to ya toe From ya toes to ya neck Thats what the boy brought, extra large [Chorus] [Freeway] Freeway bring trouble to soloists The sawed off split, get the fuck outta dodge Know this, I came from nothing, so aint nothing for my gauge to duck You punks, get outta line, and I cock back, bloody ya tee Pull ya top back, drive through at McDonalds In front of Ronald, put ya brains on ya Big Mac, make sure the bitch dont leave I got a gat and a clip in each sleeve With boxers, so my dick can breathe Breeze through in the 89, delt with my boys with my whistle on freeze Thats how you know I got the block on smash Act up, I put your stripper on freeze Me and Sieg, like Snoop and Daz Because tricks that fuck, couldnt give me the ass And they roll up, light up, pass me the trees, come on [Chorus] [ Dont Cross The Line Lyrics ]
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