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