Draw The Line Snippet by Earl Hayes Lyrics
Where do you draw the line?
And, when do you lose your mind?
And, how do you decide?
Fistfights or knives?
Crowbars or nines?
Your pride or mine?
What's the perfect time to resort to violence?
As patient as I've been, my tolerance for niggas is dying
There's a killer inside of me that's tired of hiding
He be saying, "Hayes, come on, I'll handle that
That's just come candlewax, roses, cards, black suits and shoes to match
Come on, baby, just pick up the gat. I don't even need to hear the story
Just point to where they at
Fuck all that thinking, let's get to beefing
What happened to beating niggas ass for no reason?
And, repeating that shit like clock work when you see them
Waiting outside the club to squeeze it, busting shots and leaving
Man, I know you change for the best but I just miss being a heathen
Lying, thieving, and eating
My gangsta achievements leave me to believe that bitch niggas should bleed
Man, every time we see them, the dope boys agree
When I say fuck the police, I ain't going down to the precinct
Meanwhile I'm in my new shit stunting and leaning
Flossing like I'm fighting for freedom
Where do I draw the line?
I guess I draw the line when I need to get even
I got get even
Where do you draw the line?
And, when do you lose your mind?
And, how do you decide which niggas is lying?
Which niggas is dying?
Your life or mine?
What's the perfect time to resort to violence?
And, when do you lose your mind?
And, how do you decide?
Fistfights or knives?
Crowbars or nines?
Your pride or mine?
What's the perfect time to resort to violence?
As patient as I've been, my tolerance for niggas is dying
There's a killer inside of me that's tired of hiding
He be saying, "Hayes, come on, I'll handle that
That's just come candlewax, roses, cards, black suits and shoes to match
Come on, baby, just pick up the gat. I don't even need to hear the story
Just point to where they at
Fuck all that thinking, let's get to beefing
What happened to beating niggas ass for no reason?
And, repeating that shit like clock work when you see them
Waiting outside the club to squeeze it, busting shots and leaving
Man, I know you change for the best but I just miss being a heathen
Lying, thieving, and eating
My gangsta achievements leave me to believe that bitch niggas should bleed
Man, every time we see them, the dope boys agree
When I say fuck the police, I ain't going down to the precinct
Meanwhile I'm in my new shit stunting and leaning
Flossing like I'm fighting for freedom
Where do I draw the line?
I guess I draw the line when I need to get even
I got get even
Where do you draw the line?
And, when do you lose your mind?
And, how do you decide which niggas is lying?
Which niggas is dying?
Your life or mine?
What's the perfect time to resort to violence?