A Thin Line(Explicit) - Cormega

A Thin Line (Explicit) - Cormega
Your depiction of a thug ni**a
Is fiction
Your words hung my ni**a lines were drawn
You sided with the judge I ain't a hater
I don't love squellers thats me
You have the audacity to talk like you real
Ni**a 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 ni**a
You helped the D A's case my ni**a
F**k your life I hate the
Side of your face ni**a
Only a fake ni**a would respect you
You went against the 'cause
And signed papers
The signatures yours thats that
Bullsh*t pardon me
Sammy the bullsh*t
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 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
Ni**a you get no love
Death before dishonor
You sacrificed your breath
So respect a ni**a power in jail
I get you hit up in the shower
I'm a real ni**a
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 greatness
You write statements ni**a
And think the streets don't know
Tssk
Yo
It was all good just a week ago
How could you live being a D A's witness
And knowing
Ya names associated with snitches
You could pray for forgiveness
I'ma fact you a stool pigeon
Ain't nothing you can do ni**a
Might I mention
Only a b**ch would snitch
To get a lighter sentence
Take it like a man ni**a
Like a official prints and cornbread ni**a
I'm a warrior
You deserve a bullet in ya head ni**a
There's 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
Ni**a you get no love
Uhh
I'm tired of you coming through
Like snitching justifiable
I once admired you you rap bastard
Ain't no need to explain you not my man
Everytime you give me five
I wash my hands
What ni**a
M E G A b**ch
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 yours ruin lives
You a disgrace to ya race I'm true to mine
All my doggs doing time
No 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
There's 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
Ni**a you get no love