Cross Me

I ain't black and white nigga please don't try to cross me
My big bro punting doors like he Crosby (we beat em often)
Can't fuck with crackas we em often, pack got a big ticket like it came from Boston
Heard they was talking too much but I lost 'em
Need lawyers for the cases so I gotta head to Crofton
Dishing off the work I pass that shit up like I'm Stockton
Cookboy told me this the time, bro we gotta lock

Hop up in that octagon bitch I'm finna Brock In
Hol up, I think I meant to say I'm gloked in
Fuck, I think I meant to say I'm clocked in
I got muhfuckas head bopping to the beat I'm locked in
Gotta shooter on my team but that bwoy he not 6'5
Puffing zaza sheets and funnels, mane that shit fye
See a good pitch I knock it up, I gotta good eye
I might cut my hair off so that way I could never die
Sleep standing up like muhfuckas just could never lie
Hmmm, you outta chances lil nigga, you could never try
Put faith in these niggas? Yeah, aight, that's when pigs fly
I ain't talking bout a coppa, you niggas dirty like some pigsty

I ain't black and white nigga please don't try to cross me
My big bro punting doors like he Crosby (we beat em often)
Can't fuck with crackas we em often, pack got a big ticket like it came from Boston
Heard they was talking too much but I lost 'em
Need lawyers for the cases so I gotta head to Crofton
Dishing off the work I pass that shit up like I'm Stockton
Cookboy told me this the time, bro we gotta lock