Don't Cross the Line (feat. Faith Evans)

Cyeah, uh, uh
Cyeah, uh
Cyeah, uh

The name F-R double the E
The - hack, are, end where the cops'll -
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
Y'all - like -
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 12 on the neck, ten in the arm
And my - at the end of my arms, hittin' the - prick
Flippin' ya vet, causin' you harm, -
Y'all need a place of respect, we runnin' -

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
- That don't show love (show love)
Then they get no love (no love)
Trick, R-O-C bring trouble this parts

F-R-E, bubble the ride
And it 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 tryna get some tickets for sliding
Freeway's in full effect
And all these - want some millions just to hear my rhyme

And I don't gotta boss 'em to give nectar (ooh, yeah)
The boy give check-ups, I get neck, when I don't ask (ooh)
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 - (uh), Freeway - ya from ya head to ya toe
From ya toes to ya neck
That's what the boy brought, extra - (oh, yeah)

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
- That don't show love (show love)
Then they get no love (no love)
Trick, R-O-C bring trouble this parts

Freeway bring trouble to soloists
The sawed off split, get the - 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 (yeah)
Pull ya top back, drive through at McDonald's (oh, yeah)
In front of Ronald, put ya brains on ya big Mac (oh, no)
Make sure the bitch don't leave
I got a - and a clip in each sleeve

With boxers, so my - 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 -, couldn't give me the ass
And they roll up, light up, pass me the trees, come on (oh, yeah)

The name F-R double the E, tell 'em (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
- That don't show love (show love)
Then they get no love (no love)
Trick, R-O-C bring trouble this parts

It's Freeway and on the way and
And we doin' it like that (c'mon)
Yeah, yeah
Oh-oh (oh-oh), oh-oh (oh-oh)
Oh-oh (oh-oh), oh, yeah (cyeah), yeah (cyeah), yeah (cyeah), oh-oh (oh-oh)
Halla, cyeah

(Stool what?) Ooh, yeah
It's the F-R double the E, tell 'em
You 'pose to learn, flip your feet
You lost your mind? Don't - wit' Free
Trick, R-O-C bring trouble your way
Halla