Cross Ya T's - Xkwisit

Kick it I'm here to rock it, mothafucka You better get back Ain't no need for calling ya homies I got heat for that If I can overcome the hard times, our beef's in the past Now why you diggin' up that old shit, you better than that Okay, yeah, now think about it if you wanna try it But I ain't lookin for no problems, I'm just being honest Niggas die like everyday so think twice 'Cause you bout to lose it all Trust me We used to rock, now I rock alone Word of mouth but I'm the truth and you just play a role Changing up on everyone until you get your own You'll never be realest, you can try but never will And that's a shame cause you the only one there is to blame Ain't nobody fuckin' worried 'cause that shit be lame Keep on with it but a hater always is the same Pressed about all of that talking you refused to claim So don't cross me Don't cross me Don't cross me Don't cross me Don't cross me I been a headcase but you a disgrace I don't need this, I don't wanna feel hate I'm just a mad boy and I don't like games Why you keep on playing with me I'm gonna reach my breaking point Im'a be straight to the point like the chrome to the dome Keep my name out of your mouth if you wanna come home Its very simple mothafucka, don't ever think its a joke Cause if you cross the line make sure That you bring the heat to get smoke, my nigga We used to rock, now I rock alone Word of mouth Been I'm the truth and you just play a role Changing up on everyone until you get your own You'll never be realest, you can try but never will And that's a shame cause you the only one there is to blame Ain't nobody fuckin' worried 'cause that shit be lame Keep on with it but a hater always is the same Pressed about all of that talking you refused to claim So don't cross me Don't cross me Don't cross me Don't cross me Don't cross me Yeah, this is rock music, mothafucka!

Juxtaposition, you pushing agendas of Crooks cooking in the kitchen When you coulda been listening Putting it in to tuition I own a situation like a slight of hand magician Put Stock in A-G-X dividends then demand positions Illiterate emcees like to write with crayons Like lefties writing with a right hand and scribbling Worthless verses I wrote in perfect cursive and planned a mission If you notice pawns protect queens and kings get put in their positions What The Fuck! Son I spit lungs, razor sharp and split tongues Base the way you write, might be a fan of fiction Big dog don't have the height to stand in this one Type a manuscript about the life that can't we written Keep a rusty can of ammunition Buck shot blast for y'all in case I manage to miss one Live, laugh, love on ya wall but wifey took a bucket of balls Off her cheeks listening to Wonderwall Oasis in her anus when I strummed a guitar Stunning bars coming hard running yards like a Heisman Rhyme scheme's a fine meme Elmo's laser eyes when he nuke the whole horizon A G X No tellin where they came from, futuristic flow let the Blade Run A G X You better know they name son, Ab hit the beat with insane drums A G X No tellin where they came from, futuristic flow let the Blade Run A G X You better know they name son, Ab hit the beat with insane drums I been ready since 0 7 the known weapon The flow tested perfectin the art of mic checkin Write records severin heads and ride with my bretheren Die or survive violence is inside of my method Apply pressure taking you to the concrete I bomb beats dog and ya home is another six feet That's deep trigger clickin like it's a metronome Better go bird shot scatter like archipelagos I'm in the lab like a white coat tight rope Walk a fine line between a knife poke and hype choke Write smoke forming as the pen hits the pad More passion in the punchlines than liquor in ya dad See you chillin with a stack mattafact gimmie that You gon have to bring the cavalry to try and get it back I'm tryina count these greens like Coxscakie I know you feelin shook probably never thought you'd be the dead body Shut'em down A G X No tellin where they came from, futuristic flow let the Blade Run A G X You better know they name son, Ab hit the beat with insane drums A G X No tellin where they came from, futuristic flow let the Blade Run A G X You better know they name son, Ab hit the beat with insane drums