-Chorus-Hustla'z & Krayzie-
Comin' up in the hood, we desperate, hustlin' everyday (Cross me and you die; It's very necessary) {That nigga's never comin' back no more}
Boogy Nikke
I was known for temper tantrums, comin' up as a little nigga, fuckin' suckas up for love of disgust/ But when them chumps be runnin' their mouth, tryin' to come real loud too gunnin'/ Never faded a nigga once, and twice is just nice/ If you're like, I got the balls to say this bigger nigga in charge/ I got my clip for extra hip, for them suckas that slip/ Niggas better realize, in a situation, cross me and you die/ Better you than me/ Nigga, can't you see?
Mo' Hart
Cross me and you die, motherfucker, that's how I feel/ Bout ready to get the flippin' to show you hoes my wettin' skills/ I'm just that little nigga you don't want to ever see leavin' your bitches in puddles of blood/ Nigga, what? Bailin' and sweatin' dodgin' po-po 'bout to get my shit/ Load up another clip, red beam, now your ass is hit/ Murder, mo' murder, bloody blood, as the dead bodies die, they just shoot 'em up, breakin' necks/ Ha ha, I got 'em, I got 'em
-Chorus-Hustla'z & Krayzie-
Tony Tone
I'm loadin' my pistol, I'm aimin' to kill ya, with a hollow point tip that'll feel ya by rippin' your chest, a nigga was pressed for my goods, but a nigga straight picked ya/ So I send him straight to Hell/ His soul will dwell in the place of darkness, runnin' in circles, bailin' with curses/ I'm givin' up no mercy for the test/ Your death was bloody mess/ Should've seen his face when he hit the dirt/ Much hurt, bet it hurt for fuckin' with a nigga that put in so much work/ And my soldiers, we roll when the gunshot blow, won't play me no more/ I'm Tony Tone/ You wonderin' why you fry; You cross me and you die, die, die, die
Joe Brown Jr.
If the wicked man turns away from evil and does what is just and right, he will surely live and shall not die, but for those who cross me, you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee. {screams and gunshot}