Artist: Little Brother f/ Big Treal
Album:  Separate But Equal
Song:   Cross That Line
Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com, newos_crib_is@hotmail.com

[Intro: Phonte]
Uh, then make the real drums
Then make the real drums
Uh, nigga, then make the real drums
We tricked you, we tricked you, we tricked you
It's Little Brother
Phonte, Big Pooh, 9th Wonder
My nigga Big Treal from the QC
That's how we doin it
We had y'all fooled on that first part, I know we did
Let's get it goin, check it out

[Phonte]
They never shoulda told me to rhyme on this
Get real, LB and Big Treal form unholy alliances
Solely for the purpose of rhyming it's
recommended you keep your eye on this
Cause, I am this MC wit an iron fist
that, hammers out each style that I've invented
Hammers out each flow that I've presented
A soldier for my squad like I enlisted
HOJ still swingin the guillotine
from here to the Philippines, it's just as I intended
Muh'fuckers still say they ain't feelin me
You niggaz is killin me, it's just as I envisioned
And just as I have bended my flow over this track like contortionists
I ain't even gotta drop no more bars for this
Better dodge the draft, you don't want no war with this, c'mon!

[Chorus 2X: Phonte]
It goes, rock the party, rock-rock the party, rock
     I see you niggaz tryna cross that line
Don't stop the party, don't stop the party, rock
     But I ain't finna let you steal my shine

[Big Treal]
(Big Treal!) I'm way better than these nigga heifers
Matter of fact, nearly deffer than most these rap chaps
Matter of fact, nigga special, this standard scraps
Stamped razors and a fitted, call me handicapped
Nigga gon' stroll me up? Shit
I am well above average when a fugitive stick
In other words, when it comes to fisticuffs, I ain't missed the bus
So I am quick to leave a nigga dick deep in the dust
I'm a hard act to follow, nigga can call me Sato
Cause the flow black rain, stack change like the lotto
Hold the world like Apollo till the world holler bravo
Spanish girls call me Vato, chicks call my dick Ralo
Pricks I'm the shit, swallow these pills filled with Treal
And 'Te and Pooh's rep stay huge as baby blue
You hating dudes ain't got a clue, don't be mad at me
Your rap's catastrophe from a lack of strategy

[Chorus 2X: Phonte, Big Treal]
It goes, rock the party, rock-rock the party, rock
     I see you niggaz tryna cross that line
Don't stop the party, don't stop the party, rock
     But I ain't finna let you steal my shine

[Rapper Big Pooh]
Check, you in the presence of one of the greats
Ask niggaz from state to state, they say "Rapper"
I'm in the midst of your hoes chit-chatter
Glassjaw niggaz get shattered; I'm not flattered
Fried-chicken niggaz get battered
then laced with a garnish too, served on a platter, HOT!
Right here if you want it or not
Got a mean 16 that came off the top
Ain't have no dough, walked off the lot
Came back next week and cop, I got some old shit
So when I go to the lab, I let my soul spit
I'm light years in front of my foes
My Chi-Town niggaz be like, "Pooh, you so cold"
In H-Town, they be like "Poobie gettin throwed"
Wool parka trench draped down to the flo'
We the trillest muh'fuckers in the South, yee ain't know?!

[Chorus 2X: Phonte, Rapper Big Pooh]
It goes, rock the party, rock-rock the party, rock
     I see you niggaz tryna cross that line
Don't stop the party, don't stop the party, rock
     But I ain't bout to let you steal my shine

[Outro: Rapper Big Pooh]
Cheah, I'ma get on some of that
Some of that, some of that little kid shit
I'ma, I'ma draw that line in the motherfuckin sand
Or that line in the dirt, wherever you at
I'ma draw that line, be like "I dare you to cross that line nigga!"
"I DARE YOU to cross that line, I DARE YOU!"
Or I'ma get on that
Put a stick on my shoulder and be like "Knock that shit off!"
Huh? Hahahaha...