A Thin Line

Your depiction of a thug nigga, is fiction

Your words hung my nigga lines were drawn

You sided with the judge

I ain't a hater

I don't 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)

There's 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

I'm a real nigga

I walk the streets with pride

I'm the turth, you living a lie

You a part-time prosecuter, full time ?hosa?

I right rhymes with great'ness you write statements nigga

And think the streets don't 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

I'ma fact(falcon) you a stool pigeon

Ain't 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

I'm a warrior you deserve a bullet in ya head nigga (Hook)

Uhh, I'm tired of you coming through like snitching justifiable

I once admired you, you rap(rat) bastard

Ain't 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

I'm 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)