Cross tha' Line (Proof)

Why you actin like I don't know y'all? Tryna tell me I don't know y'all? Hehehehe, aight Your niggaz is young, your niggaz is bums Your niggaz is weak, your niggaz is HOES... Your niggaz is bitch, your niggaz is snitch Your nigga done flipped, your nigga is GONE... Your niggaz is scared, your niggaz is shook Your soldier is drunk, your soldiers is WRONG... Your niggaz is moved, your niggaz is beat Your niggaz retreat, your niggaz is GONE! Shit, now I'm the first to pull it, so bullets is useless A Proof diss I heard is stupid The truth is reality is mine, wanna battle me for shine Don't make daddy paddle that behind bound soakin mics at night with daytime Contemplate on your fate and play God Easy to run over the peasly with measly bucks I'm Roy Jones, who wanna beat me up? (C'MON~!) Squeezin butts on pesty children Get a Western Union to hit at your next reunion Didn't think I'll be back again this quick I'm a African sick lip, blastin a biscuit Harassin your district, put my mag on your bitch lips (shut up) Killers want that ass like fags with stiff dicks In a Jag with my mistress Blab while your interest and lashes repent this Walk with many often times Make the enemy's paws recline With the pressures you done lost your mind, no caution dyin Motherfucker you done crossed the line Don't need fingerprints who smaller than the average Vince Carter of this rappin shit, harder than actin scripts Get caught up with acrid hits, from out the Smith and the Wesson In town he was found with his chest pressed in Proof is so-so on tracks, most of the crap that sells make you think fans all smokin the crack Open the facts, Jigga's the baller and Pac's the thug Biggie's the king, Shady's an act of drug Nas is the truth, The Lox is the block D-12 is slept on, 50 is hot, miss me or NOT! I'm back for respect, love and war Put blood on Source and the fool's in person to hug the Lord Tell Bugz I'm raw and I'll see him soon Needin room, I'm deep as a bleedin womb proceedin through the trenches with a message until I exit You best respect it for credit I'll leave you headless Walk with many often times Make the enemy's paws recline With the pressures you done lost your mind, no caution dyin Motherfucker you done crossed the line ("Walk with many, walk with many, walk with many often times") (scratched*: "Walk with many, walk with many..") Motherfucker you done crossed the line Walk with many often times Make the enemy's paws recline With the pressures you done lost your mind, no caution dyin Motherfucker you done crossed the line