Текст (слова) песни: Freeway f Faith Evans - Don`t Cross the Line

[Freeway]
The name F-R-Double the E
The gat hack, are, end where the cops`ll clip
Back, flip, hands spring semi your V
You callin` all, and run to the cops
Don`t make me wet y`all, with what`s under the t-shirt
The heat hurt, blew off ya front porch, your backyard
Ya`ll niggaz like dicks, pause
Thick jaws, act hard, so they keep squirting
I move work often, like when New York couldn`t 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
Ya`ll need a place of respect, we runnin` shit

[Chorus: Faith Evans]
The name F-R-Double the E, tell `em
Don`t really wanna cross the line and
I don`t wanna have to tell ya twice, and
Trick, R-O-C bring trouble your way
W-A-to the Y, tell `em
Lean back, don`t 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
I`ma 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`
I`m fine and trynna get some tickets for sliding
Freeway`s in full effect
And all these bitches want some millions just to hear my rhyme
And I don`t gotta boss `em to give nectar
The boy give check-ups, I get neck, when I don`t ask
When mami`s with the ax, make my baby momma ask
Look, that`s the crime, and I
Don`t wanna force y`all to give checks, uh
Without tax, Freeway shoot ya from ya head to ya toe
From ya toes to ya neck
That`s 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 ain`t 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 McDonald`s
In front of Ronald, put ya brains on ya Big Mac, make
sure the bitch don`t 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
That`s 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, couldn`t give me the ass
And they roll up, light up, pass me the trees, come on

[Chorus]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Freeway f Faith Evans - Don`t Cross the Line [Freeway] The name F-R-Double the E The gat hack, are, end where the cops`ll clip Back, flip, hands spring semi your V You callin` all, and run to the cops Don`t make me wet y`all, with what`s under the t-shirt The heat hurt, blew off ya front porch, your backyard Ya`ll niggaz like dicks, pause Thick jaws, act hard, so they keep squirting I move work often, like when New York couldn`t 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 Ya`ll need a place of respect, we runnin` shit [Chorus: Faith Evans] The name F-R-Double the E, tell `em Don`t really wanna cross the line and I don`t wanna have to tell ya twice, and Trick, R-O-C bring trouble your way W-A-to the Y, tell `em Lean back, don`t 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 I`ma 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` I`m fine and trynna get some tickets for sliding Freeway`s in full effect And all these bitches want some millions just to hear my rhyme And I don`t gotta boss `em to give nectar The boy give check-ups, I get neck, when I don`t ask When mami`s with the ax, make my baby momma ask Look, that`s the crime, and I Don`t wanna force y`all to give checks, uh Without tax, Freeway shoot ya from ya head to ya toe From ya toes to ya neck That`s 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 ain`t 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 McDonald`s In front of Ronald, put ya brains on ya Big Mac, make sure the bitch don`t 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 That`s 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, couldn`t give me the ass And they roll up, light up, pass me the trees, come on [Chorus] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Don`t Cross the Line: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/105/1/8270.html Все тексты песен: Freeway f Faith Evans » Freeway f Faith Evans - Don`t Cross the Line Рекомендуем скачать: » Восток - Ты возьми меня с собой » Владимир Ланцберг - Правнукам Бам-Грана » Владимир Каденко - Жак (памяти Жака Бреля) » Валерий Митрофаненко - Кавказский край, моя обитель!.. » Валентина Гиндлер - Патриотические стихи и размышления » Владимир Городзейский - Эпитафия горнолыжнику » Виктор Байрак - Хорошо быть человеком трудовым... » Варвара - Бабочка » Вероника Долина - Няня » Високосный Год - Тихий огонек » Владимир Высоцкий - Пришельцы в космосе » Валерий Кузнецов - Этническая » Владимир Моров - КОРОТКОЕ ЛЕТНЕЕ РАЗМЫШЛЕНИЕ » Вадим Казаченко - Опять забываю » Виталий Харисов - Хождения во снах » Владимир Высоцкий - Баллада об иноходце » Владимир Высоцкий - Про черта » Василий Гринчук - Ко времени, кто проще, кто речистей... » Владимир Волков - Недоглядел, как солнце зашло... » Владимир Борзов - Сны
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