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Flatline Lyrics |
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 Uh uh huh, uh huh uh I`ll box your fuckin` head off Who gon` knock the kid off? None of y`all which one of y`all come try me I`ll body little homeboy silence that sound boy Come challenge me please I promise you a homi` And I`m dipping in a bonnie` and I`m fresh out the county And I just taught my mami how to shoot a lil` tool So I hate for you to run up get one up in your stomach That`s one less bullet from my hundred shot UZ` Put your finger in your gun shot wound Run to spittle and tell `em P. Crack not cool He on that shit that `ill make a dead man move Stop train, airplanes fall dawg you gon` lose I`m on my twist you on my list I bring the wop out of the spot it`s on like shit That nigga crack back and I`ma pop off my blick That nigga Mack back you need to hop off our dicks (brat) [Beanie Sigel] Fresh out the federal cases I got several About four or five just had to settle two They said I try to show a nigga what the metal do But didn`t succeed the nigga still breath Attempt please I would of hit him in his peas With the Mac with the beam that got back in the breeze Only clap from the neck up I`d let the heck-lar plug `em I don`t think they made Kevlar scullys fuck it I should of let the AR touch him cuffed him To the bumper drug him two city blocks The juice in me and the henny shot Four perks` and a hit of wok You shoot first if you get the drop Your deuce work if you hit the spot Lose the nurse some one get the doc` Remove his shirt his pressure drop Check his vital sign his hemorrhaging finish him FLATLINE [hook] Load it up, roll up, blat boy flat boy (flatline) Slow up all that rap I`ll get that boy clapped boy (flatline) Oh no here we go another (flatline) P crack B mack is back boy (flatline) Get him up outta here rrring yea (rring yea) Don`t get plugged to that machine yea (machine yea) Hold up he losing air (flatline) Am I clear? (am I clear?) (Flatline) yea (flatline) [Beanie Sigel] B seig`ll squeeze the eag` on you, P crack let the Mack rrring on you Paramedics breath over you Machines gotta breath for you Your faggot ass squad wouldn`t bleed for you Get flatlined I`m the wrong one Short temper with a long gun My blick longer that a W.I.C. line Niggaz snitch when the law come You better run when the boy come [Peedi Peedi] RRRRIING!! P crack`ll test his aim on you B mack just bang on you Flesh just hang on you And I don`t know what u been told But when my Mac unload I`m guaranteed to turn a nigga cold Got ten shots for the present and the top Risin` off Porsche eleven about seven stops Get back on this gat I throw it for my pop I`m not lying don`t get your ass flatline |
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