"Cross My Path" lyrics
[50 Cent:]
I should'a warn ya not to cross my path
Now I'm finna get in your ass
Nigga, you know I got the hood on smash
Your reign on top, it's over that fast
[Tony Yayo (50 Cent):]
My [?] is conflict, and beef is war (Uh huh)
You can die on the humble when you reach the store
(Yeah)
So my vest is level three and my car is level four (Woo)
That's a bulletproof Lex' with a 200-pound door (Uh huh)
I got too many issues, too many pistols
Mac tear your leg off, (Yayo) we attack like pitbulls
Ja fake 2Pac, screamin' out, "Illuminati"
The same nigga gettin' smacked on freshman Friday (Uh huh)
[50 Cent:]
I should'a warn ya not to cross my path
Now I'm finna get in your ass
Nigga, you know I got the hood on smash
Your reign on top, it's over that fast
[Lloyd Banks (50 Cent):]
Pretty soon you have to pawn your Rol' and your platinum ring
'Cause you keep goin' gold like Aladdin King (Uh huh)
Wouldn't buy a nigga bootleg if you like me (Yeah)
'Cause I ain't tryna hear that bullshit (Woo) like Spike Lee
I'm out of sight, B, Long Island iced tea (Lloyd Banks!)
Timberlands, white tee, both arms Icey
We got enough money to bath in it
We don't listen (Ha-ha) to Pop in the drop but'll be 2 K's in it
[50 Cent:]
I should'a warn ya not to cross my path
Now I'm finna get in your ass
Nigga, you know I got the hood on smash (Uh huh)
Your reign on top, it's over that fast
Sticks and stones'll break my bones but words'll never hurt me (Yeah!)
Niggas that say they gon' murk me never put it in work, B (Woo!)
You pop that shit
You got pistols but you never pop that shit
You just runnin' your lip (50 Cent, nigga!)
Put my gun on your lip, pop off leave all your fuckin' (Uh huh!) teeth chipped that's when you realize you in deep shit
But keep runnin' your yap 'til your frame is mangled (What!)
Three hoes and a nigga look like Charlie's Angels (Ha-ha)
Not a murderer
Ha-ha
Nah, you not a murderer, nigga
I'ma dig deep in your ass, you faggot
I'ma stop sayin' that shit 'cause I know you like that kind of shit
Fuckin' fruity-ass nigga
Heh hah hah
But I got somethin' for you nigga
Heh heh hah
Special delivery, nigga
Semi-autos, motherfucker
I should'a warn ya not to cross my path
Now I'm finna get in your ass
Nigga, you know I got the hood on smash
Your reign on top, it's over that fast
[Tony Yayo (50 Cent):]
My [?] is conflict, and beef is war (Uh huh)
You can die on the humble when you reach the store
(Yeah)
So my vest is level three and my car is level four (Woo)
That's a bulletproof Lex' with a 200-pound door (Uh huh)
I got too many issues, too many pistols
Mac tear your leg off, (Yayo) we attack like pitbulls
Ja fake 2Pac, screamin' out, "Illuminati"
The same nigga gettin' smacked on freshman Friday (Uh huh)
[50 Cent:]
I should'a warn ya not to cross my path
Now I'm finna get in your ass
Nigga, you know I got the hood on smash
Your reign on top, it's over that fast
[Lloyd Banks (50 Cent):]
Pretty soon you have to pawn your Rol' and your platinum ring
'Cause you keep goin' gold like Aladdin King (Uh huh)
Wouldn't buy a nigga bootleg if you like me (Yeah)
'Cause I ain't tryna hear that bullshit (Woo) like Spike Lee
I'm out of sight, B, Long Island iced tea (Lloyd Banks!)
Timberlands, white tee, both arms Icey
We got enough money to bath in it
We don't listen (Ha-ha) to Pop in the drop but'll be 2 K's in it
[50 Cent:]
I should'a warn ya not to cross my path
Now I'm finna get in your ass
Nigga, you know I got the hood on smash (Uh huh)
Your reign on top, it's over that fast
Sticks and stones'll break my bones but words'll never hurt me (Yeah!)
Niggas that say they gon' murk me never put it in work, B (Woo!)
You pop that shit
You got pistols but you never pop that shit
You just runnin' your lip (50 Cent, nigga!)
Put my gun on your lip, pop off leave all your fuckin' (Uh huh!) teeth chipped that's when you realize you in deep shit
But keep runnin' your yap 'til your frame is mangled (What!)
Three hoes and a nigga look like Charlie's Angels (Ha-ha)
Not a murderer
Ha-ha
Nah, you not a murderer, nigga
I'ma dig deep in your ass, you faggot
I'ma stop sayin' that shit 'cause I know you like that kind of shit
Fuckin' fruity-ass nigga
Heh hah hah
But I got somethin' for you nigga
Heh heh hah
Special delivery, nigga
Semi-autos, motherfucker
