Cross Me and You Die

"CROSS ME AND YOU DIE"
POETIC HUSTLA'Z

[Running. Gunshot. Body falls.]
Tony Tone:
Comin' up in the hood, we desperate, hustlin' everyday.
Boogy Nikke:
Cross me and you die; it's very necessary.
Tony Tone:
And if you die, realize you asked for this.
Krayzie Bone:
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 to (?). Never faded a nigga once, and twice is just nice. If you 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, muthafucka, that's how I feel, 'bout ready to get the (?) milli to show you hoes my wetting 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.

Tony Tone:
Comin' up in the hood, we desperate, hustlin' everyday.
Boogy Nikke:
Cross me and you die; it's very necessary.
Tony Tone:
And if you die, realize you asked for this.
Krayzie Bone:
That nigga's never comin' back no more.

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 guns, 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, shoulda 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].

Preacher:
If the wicked man turns away form evil and does what is just and right, he will surely live in shall not die, but for those who cross me, you will know my name is the Lord. When I lay my vengeance upon thee.

Tony Tone:
Comin' up in the hood, we desperate, hustlin' everyday.
Boogy Nikke:
Cross me and you die; it's very necessary.
Tony Tone:
And if you die, realize you asked for this.
Krayzie Bone:
That nigga's never comin' back no more.