- Cormega A Thin Line 歌詞
- Cormega
- Your depiction of a thug nigga, is fiction
Your words hung my nigga lines were drawn
You sided with the judge
I aint a hater
I dont love squellers(squealers,) thats me
You have the audacity to talk like you real
Nigga you fold under pressure, my life is real
You sold your soul to detectives
I could get you murdered
But you dying a slow death denying you told yet
The truth came to light you a fake nigga
You helped the
D.A.s case my nigga
Fuck your life
I hate the side(sight) of your face nigga
Only a fake nigga would respect you
You went against the cause and signed papers
The signatures yours thats that bullshit pardon me ?
Sammy the bullshit? take the stand betraying the fam
Should have kept it real you put your fate in ya hand
I guess thats the way it was planned (Hook)
Theres a a thin line between love and hate and you crossed it
You had respect around the way and you lost it
If a coward dies a thousand deaths how you gon live?
Nigga you get no love
Death before dishonor
You sacrificed your breath so respect a nigga power in jail
I get you hit up in the shower
Im a real nigga
I walk the streets with pride
Im the turth, you living a lie
You a part-time prosecuter, full time ?hosa?
I right rhymes with greatness you write statements nigga
And think the streets dont know
Tssk, yo it was all good just a week ago
How could you live with being the
D.A.s witness
And knowing ya names associated with snitches
You could pray for forgiveness
Ima fact(falcon) you a stool pigeon
Aint nothing you can do nigga, might
I mention
Only a bitch would snitch to get a lighter sentence
Take it like a man nigga like official prints and cornbread nigga
Im a warrior you deserve a bullet in ya head nigga (Hook)
Uhh, Im tired of you coming through like snitching justifiable
I once admired you, you rap(rat) bastard
Aint no need to explain you not my man
Everytime you give me five
I wash my hands
What nigga,
M-E-G-A bitch tell the
D.A. bricks
I move in three days not including the grindin
What polluted ya mind was it alluded time my words are exulted(exalted) yours ruin lives
You a disgrace to ya race
Im true to mine
All my doggs doing time, know before
I side with the law
I rather ride with the fours and deprive you of your, coward exsistence
You probably send ya momma to prison to beat a sentence
BITCH! (Hook)
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