A Thin Line Lyrics - Singles - Cormega

(Cormega) 

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 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 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 

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(Hook) (Cormega) 

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 

(Cormega) 

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? 

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 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 

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(Hook) 

(Cormega) 

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 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 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 BITCH! 

(Hook)