| Song | Cross Me and You Die |
| Artist | Poetic Hustla'z |
| Album | Trials & Tribulations |
| 作曲 : Chappell, Drake, Henderson ... | |
| (feat. Krayzie Bone) | |
| [CHORUS] | |
| [Tony Tone] Comin' up in the hood, we desperate, hustlin' everyday | |
| [Boogy Nikke] Cross me and you die; it's very necessary | |
| [Tony Tone] And if you die, realize you asked for this | |
| [Krayzie Bone] That nigga's never comin' back no more | |
| [Boogy Nikke] | |
| I was known for temper-tantrums, comin' up as a little nigga | |
| Fuckin' suckas up for love of disgust | |
| But when them chumps be runnin' their mouth | |
| Tryin' to come real loud to ??? | |
| Never faded a nigga once, and twice is just nice | |
| If you like, I got the balls to say this bigger nigga in charge | |
| I got my clip for extra hip, for them suckas that slip | |
| Niggas better realize in a situation, cross me and you die | |
| Better you than me, nigga, can't you see? | |
| [Mo! Hart] | |
| Cross me and you die motherfucker that's how I feel | |
| About ready to get the ??? milli to show you hoes my wetting skills | |
| I'm just that little nigga you don't want to ever see | |
| Leavin' you bitches in puddles of blood, nigga, what? | |
| Bailin' and sweating | |
| Dodgin' po-po, 'bout to get my shit | |
| Load up another clip | |
| Red beam, now your ass is hit | |
| Murder, mo murder, bloody blood | |
| As the dead bodies die they just shoot 'em up | |
| Breakin' necks, ha ha. I got 'em. I got 'em | |
| [CHORUS] | |
| [Tony Tone] | |
| I'm loadin' my pistol, I'm aimin' to kill ya | |
| With a hollow point tip that'll feel ya | |
| By rippin' your chest, a nigga was pressed | |
| For my guns, but a nigga straight picked ya | |
| So I send him straight to hell, his soul will dwell | |
| In the place of darkness, running in circles | |
| Bailin' with curses | |
| I'm givin' up no mercy for the test | |
| Your death was bloody mess | |
| Shoulda seen his face when he hit the dirt | |
| Much hurt, bet it hurt | |
| For fucking with a nigga that put in so much work | |
| And my soldiers, we roll when the gunshot blow | |
| Won't play me no more | |
| I'm Tony Tone, you wonderin' why you fry | |
| You cross me and you die | |
| (die, die) | |
| [Preacher] | |
| If the wicked man turns away from evil | |
| And does what is just and right, he will surely live | |
| And shall not die, but for those who cross me, | |
| You will know my name is the Lord. | |
| When I lay my vengeance upon thee | |
| [CHORUS] |
| zuò qǔ : Chappell, Drake, Henderson ... | |
| feat. Krayzie Bone | |
| CHORUS | |
| Tony Tone Comin' up in the hood, we desperate, hustlin' everyday | |
| Boogy Nikke Cross me and you die it' s very necessary | |
| Tony Tone And if you die, realize you asked for this | |
| Krayzie Bone That nigga' s never comin' back no more | |
| Boogy Nikke | |
| I was known for tempertantrums, comin' up as a little nigga | |
| Fuckin' suckas up for love of disgust | |
| But when them chumps be runnin' their mouth | |
| Tryin' to come real loud to nbsp??? | |
| Never faded a nigga once, and twice is just nice | |
| If you like, I got the balls to say this bigger nigga in charge | |
| I got my clip for extra hip, for them suckas that slip | |
| Niggas better realize in a situation, cross me and you die | |
| Better you than me, nigga, can' t you see? | |
| Mo! Hart | |
| Cross me and you die motherfucker that' s how I feel | |
| About ready to get the nbsp??? milli to show you hoes my wetting skills | |
| I' m just that little nigga you don' t want to ever see | |
| Leavin' you bitches in puddles of blood, nigga, what? | |
| Bailin' and sweating | |
| Dodgin' popo, ' bout to get my shit | |
| Load up another clip | |
| Red beam, now your ass is hit | |
| Murder, mo murder, bloody blood | |
| As the dead bodies die they just shoot ' em up | |
| Breakin' necks, ha ha. I got ' em. I got ' em | |
| CHORUS | |
| Tony Tone | |
| I' m loadin' my pistol, I' m aimin' to kill ya | |
| With a hollow point tip that' ll feel ya | |
| By rippin' your chest, a nigga was pressed | |
| For my guns, but a nigga straight picked ya | |
| So I send him straight to hell, his soul will dwell | |
| In the place of darkness, running in circles | |
| Bailin' with curses | |
| I' m givin' up no mercy for the test | |
| Your death was bloody mess | |
| Shoulda seen his face when he hit the dirt | |
| Much hurt, bet it hurt | |
| For fucking with a nigga that put in so much work | |
| And my soldiers, we roll when the gunshot blow | |
| Won' t play me no more | |
| I' m Tony Tone, you wonderin' why you fry | |
| You cross me and you die | |
| die, die | |
| Preacher | |
| If the wicked man turns away from evil | |
| And does what is just and right, he will surely live | |
| And shall not die, but for those who cross me, | |
| You will know my name is the Lord. | |
| When I lay my vengeance upon thee | |
| CHORUS |