Artist: Chino XL f/ Bun B Album: RICANstruction: The Black Rosary Song: Xross Your Heart Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Bun B] Okay, mic check one-two Check one-two Burn up the booth Showin out in this bitch [Bun B] They say the meek shall inherit the Earth, well I'ma fuck meek daughter Marry her then kill meek's father Once his ass die and she inherit the shit Man I'ma cock back the heat and straight bury this bitch Bun B, carnivore, a predator Wanna war, get your metal up; I'm the victor, niggaz settle up Next up, bring me another competitor Set him up and I'ma shut him down, bet it up Straight fact, cock the eight back and wet him up Shit feels so good I just might get a nut No homo, kill his ass for free and call it promo Yo' ass I'ma do you for the low low Pull out the fo'-fo'; the bullet flies so fast But when it hits yo' ass, you gon' die so slow It'll seem like an eternity, but it was a flash And then it was over and that was yo' ass [Chorus: Bun B] We them, bad things that go bump in the night And we them, boogeymen that have you jumpin with fright So when we, come out the shadows and black your eye You better, cross your heart and hope to die Cause you can, talk the talk but tell no lie And you can, walk the walk, just walk on by Cause we are, killers by nature, that's no lie You better, cross your heart and hope to die [Chino XL] Yo, yeah, yo This is the crown jewel of my symphony of an animal I jump out the shadows and ravel when God is mad at you I promise you my imbalance is chemical You know how many prescriptions get ran through like Karrine Steffans genitals Anticipatin your death The left side of my brain ain't thinkin right, and in the right side there was nothin left Last breath struggle I think outside the box to put you inside of a box like a crossword puzzle .380 with the muzzle, be afraid like I'm Haiti trouble Never half hustle, shoot Russell in the calf muscle I'm the reason for your homies' disappearances But keep that off the record like songs with no sample clearances All that fearless shit perishes when I'm striking These niggaz is so over the hill it's like they hiking Hide your baby's mama, you don't want no drama Chino got more llamas than a Middle Eastern farmer Damage tu cara, leavin your body eviscerated Committed acts ungodly worser than you anticipated We take no prisoners nigga, we just don't want 'em We murder every soldier that they send until they stop comin [Chorus] [whispered] Cross your heart and hope to die