Rick Ross Ft Akon – Cross That Line Lyrics

Cross That Line Lyrics by Rick Ross Ft Akon

[Intro: Akon & Rick Ross]
Konvict, Konvict, Konvict
Upfront, yeah
Konvict Muzik (Ross)
Ohh (Triple C’s)

[Chorus: Akon & Rick Ross]
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 trigger
And we out for that paper
Comin’ from a life of crime (Ross)
Tryna be on my best behavior
You see my rep’s gettin’ bigger
But still that same nigga bustin’ shots at them haters
But only if you cross that line (Hold up, hold up)
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I was birthed in a crackhouse
But what made it worse every first is a packed house
Little brother knowin’ life illegal
No toys, just playin’ with pipes and needles
I’m glorifyin’ knights and regals
Five thousand on the paint just so life will see ya
Green cards for the free lunch
Now it’s green cards, screen large and the seats crush
Big guns for the other side
Nigga try me, I’ma teach his momma homicide
I wanna see his momma eyes (momma eyes)
I done cried 20 years, now I’m runnin’ dry

[Chorus: 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 trigger
And we out 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 nigga bustin’ shots at them haters
But only if you cross that line

[Post-Chorus: Akon]
Don’t cross that line
Hopin’ that you don’t cross that line
Don’t cross that line
Baby don’t cross that line
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[Verse 2: 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 coke gon’ come
Open up a drum, I’m eatin’ Oprah crumbs
Got poor credit, got whore debit
Walk in the 40-40, I’ma score, bet it
Four tennis chains ho, I’m progetic
But the boe pellets will getcha prosthetics
If you don’t dead it, just don’t let it
A life sentence is a life sentence
All my homies got ’em, they just like Benzes

[Chorus: 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 trigger
And we out 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 nigga bustin’ shots at them haters
But only if you cross that line

[Post-Chorus: Akon]
Don’t cross that line
Hopin’ that you don’t cross that line
Don’t cross that line
Baby don’t cross that line
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Don’t push me nigga, I ain’t pussy nigga
You would be killas dead as could be nigga
The last minute of your last breath
I’m the last image right before your last step
Shotta, Glock poppa, my block hotter
Cross the line, pay the fine (Ross) cop dollars
No matter your age, creed or color nigga
Can’t cut it, stay choppin’ through the butter nigga
Critics wonder will I last long
Even though I showed my ass on my last song (Ross)
I gets my mash on (Ross) no mask on (Ross)
Cross Ross, baby, it’ll be a sad song

[Chorus: 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 trigger
And we out 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 nigga bustin’ shots at them haters
But only if you cross that line

[Post-Chorus: Akon]
Don’t cross that line
Hopin’ that you don’t cross that line
Don’t cross that line
Baby don’t cross that line