Styles P - Push The Line lyrics

[Intro: Styles P] Tryna get my mind right out here Put in my work and collect (Hahaha) I like to eat I like to have a good time Vinny Idol, n***a [Verse 1: Styles P] Couple thou' in the sweats Nice watch, nice coupe, loud on the set You ain't built for this sh**, you ain't allowed in the set (Uh-uh) Told my mom I'm a G and proud of this sh** (I'm a G) My mentality was warped Twenty years later, my mentality is source (Source) Whip crew drip, test us, you a corpse Nobody wanna die but somebody wanna k** Anybody but your body'll probably be a thrill (Thrill) Y'all n***as is on somethin', probably be a pill Who am I to judge? I already know the deal D.A. gave the deal and the judge gave the sentencin' You gotta do the time, now you want a n***a k**ed? (You want him k**ed) I know the pain from the slums (The pain) I seen the pain from a gun (I seen it) Yeah, I'm familiar with it all You wanna ball but you dealin' with the k**ers in the hall Wanna stall on 'em but you won't be the one to take a fall (Don't do that) Then you get a strap, and you let that sh** clap And the word spread around that you was with it all (You was with it) Now you on the corner thinkin' you a winner But you could be a goner, it's hotter than a sauna (Hot) I'ma tell you, "Slow down, n***a And watch them low-down n***as that keep the four pound, n***a" Ghost [Chorus: Whispers] You in the wrong town, you in the wrong zone Most homies don't make it back from where we call home You ready to die, homie? Meet me at the crossroads Eye for an eye with that hammer on your jawbone Push the line (Ooh-ooh) Push a line (Ooh-ooh) You ready to die, homie? Meet me at the crossroads An eye for an eye with that hammer on your jawbone Push the line [Verse 2: Styles P] Couple pounds in the crib Gun on the kitchen table, rounds in the fridge Run up in the place on some home invasion sh** You gon' be the co*ks**er that they found in the ditch (co*ks**er) I say, "Peace" and move the whole thing (Peace) The new God born from the old king I don't wear a nose ring (Uh uh) but I let the nose ring Beat you with the bu*t of the gun, you n***as sewing Crafty, knowin' the game sticky like taffy (Sticky) I could show the man to the plug, he might blast me (He might) Police could put a n***a in cuffs, still blast me I ain't tellin' nobody sh** they ain't ask me Don't ask me sh**, my n***a, it's in my cash fee A smart man is known to drive from the backseat Have you n***as runnin' and jumpin' like you athletes I'ma let the first shot off like it's a track meet Ghost [Chorus: Whispers & Sheek Louch] You in the wrong town, you in the wrong zone Most homies don't make it back from where we call home You ready to die, homie? Meet me at the crossroads Eye for an eye with that hammer on your jawbone Push the line (Ooh-ooh) Push a line (Facts) (Ooh-ooh) You ready to die, homie? (That's a lot you don't need then) Meet me at the crossroads An eye for an eye with that hammer on your jawbone (Let them motherf**in' monkeys out) Push the line [Verse 3: Sheek Louch] Good with some smart n***as, most of them have no brain Didn't graduate, but n***as move that c**aine Couple things I did I regret but I'm not sane One thing I did was show n***as that I'm not playin' 'Member I was young playin' tag, it was mad hot (No doubt) Used to see my dad comin' in and out the crack spot n***a act tough, jump out, then he get shot Yardy in the window yellin' out, "What the bloodclot?" Oh my God, I caught a case again (Oh my God) Bullsh** judge tryna see my face again (Woo) Ran with a lot on me, here from eight in there See this gun wrap? They won't make it there (D-Block) Push the line (Ayy) Ain't speak to you in years, you ain't no friend of mine (Uh-uh) Only Styles P and Jada, b**h, bottom line Black hoody, black skully, winter time Oh, push the line [Chorus: Whispers] You in the wrong town, you in the wrong zone Most homies don't make it back from where we call home You ready to die, homie? Meet me at the crossroads Eye for an eye with that hammer on your jawbone Push the line (Ooh-ooh) Push a line (Ooh-ooh) You ready to die, homie? Meet me at the crossroads An eye for an eye with that hammer on your jawbone Push the line