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

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?[haza(see "Frank" in Scarface)]

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

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!