Akon Cross Da Line Lyrics

Akon:
Convict [echo]
Up front
Yeah...
Konvict Music[echo]

Ohhh... [echo]

[Rick Ross: spoken (Akon)]
Ross... (ohhh)
Triple C's

[Akon]
If you ever cross that line I guarantee ya there'll be nothin to save ya
I got a whole bunch of gorillas ready to pull the trigga and we all for that paper [echo]
Comin' from a life of crime tryna be on my best behavior
You see my rep's gettin' bigger but still that same n____ bustin' shots at them haters
But only if you cross that line (hold up, hold up)

[Rick Ross]
I was birthed in the crackhouse
But wet made it worse every first is a packed house
Little brother knowin' life illegal
No toys just playin' wit pipes and needles
I'm gon' find knights and regals
$5000 on the paint just so life will see ya
Green cards for the free lunch
Now his green cards scream larger than seats crush
Big guns for the other side
n____ try me I'ma teach his momma homicide
I wanna see his momma eyes
I done cried 20 years now I'm runnin' dry

[Akon]
If you ever cross that line I guarantee ya there'll be nothin' to save ya
I got a whole bunch of gorillas ready to pull the trigga and we all for that paper
Comin' from a life of crime tryna be on my best behavior
You see my rep's gettin' bigger but still that same n____ bustin' shots at them haters
But only if you cross that line (ohhh)

Don't cross that line
Hopin' that you don't cross that line
Don't cross that line
Baby don't cross that line

[Rick Ross]
When I'm low on funds, I'ma load up guns
Slap ya in the head I'ma open one

African in bed, she just hope I'm done
See the voodoo priest then the c__e gon' come
Open up a drum, I'm eatin' Oprah crumbs
Got poor credit, got w____ debit
Walk in the 40-40 I'ma score, bet it
Four tennis chains hoe, I'm progetic
But the 4 pellets will getcha prosthetics
If you don't get it, just don't let it
A life sentence is a life sentence
All my homies got 'em, they just like business

Don't cross that line
Hopin' that you don't cross that line
Don't cross that line,
Baby don't cross that line

[Rick Ross]
Don't push me n____, I ain't p____ n____
You "would be" killas, that is "could be" n____
The last minute of your last breath
I'm the last image right before your last step
Shot a, Block poppa, my block hotta
Cross the line - pay the fine (Ross) Cop dollas
The motto - you're age, creed, or color n____
Can't cut it stay choppin' through the b___er n____
Critics wonder will I last long
Even though I showed my a__ on my last song
I gets my mash on (Ross), no mask on (Ross), cross Ross baby it'll be a sad song

Don't cross that line
Hopin' that you don't cross that line
Don't cross that line,
Baby don't cross that line