Uh, 1-2, 1-2 Yo, one goes 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 two-seata, holdin' on my heata Need a green leaf (bitch) getcha' ass smoked like reefa Sendin' you quicker to meetcha Jesus, believe this on earth, how much is your life worth For 36 O's I'll leave you with ya closed Forever doze, I arose, the 'Day of the Comin' wit the ooh just to paintcha down red I 'Unholy' you got scared ''cause the day I rolled around the world prepared My style venomous, ending lust and us a Mausburg bust
(Chorus) Bitches, I ball and I'll stall So me a call, I'll murder you all Y'all gonna in time, the chalk line Walk da [2x]
evil day, music melodic, Reel Life Product Mechanical, my smokin botanicals then reconstruct your whole structure Roll ya block it rupture If ya get knocked off ya is still cluster Gettin' by another hustler In this game there ain't no us' There ain't no justice, so if you fuck us, will bust Retaliation is a must, A code of silence to this underworld Violence, A code of to this underworld violence Blood money, cocaine got my nose But I somehow manage to stay scummy Run over you in the truck a crash test dummy My star to the bitches the world, they 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 highs, gettin' lows But money be the root of all I suppose same evil's got blood stains on my clothes That same got blood stains on my clothes That evil's got blood stains on my clothes
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