Uh, 1-2, 1-2 Yo, this one out to everybody out there that's... Walkin' on da flatline, out mind
Walkin' on da flatline, nine, I rhyme I'm flyin' in a Benz two-seata, on my heata Need a green (bitch) don't getcha' ass smoked like reefa Sendin' you quicker to muthafuckin' Jesus, believe this Hell on earth, how much is life worth For 36 O's I'll leave you ya eyes closed Forever doze, I arose, the of the Dead' Comin' wit the ooh just to paintcha down red I said 'Unholy' you got ''cause the day I rolled around the wasn't prepared My style venomous, ending lust and with us a Mausburg
(Chorus) Bitches, I and I'll never stall So me a call, I'll murder you all Y'all fill in time, the chalk line Walk da flatlines
Another evil day, music melodic, Life Product Mechanical, my smokin botanicals Deconstruct then reconstruct your whole Roll ya block it rupture If ya get knocked off ya is still cluster clocked by another hustler In this game ain't no 'trust us' There ain't no justice, so if you fuck us, bullets bust Retaliation is a must, A of silence to this underworld violence Violence, A of silence to this underworld violence money, cocaine got my nose runny But I somehow still manage to stay Run you in the truck like a crash test dummy My star to the bitches 'round the world, love me But ain't no love for hoes, I treat 'em all like foes Smoke 'em wit' the .44 hydros is the key to end all ya woes Ya ups, ya downs, ya gettin' highs, gettin' But money be the of all evil I suppose That same evil's got blood on my clothes That same evil's got stains on my clothes same evil's got blood stains on my clothes
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