Uh, 1-2, 1-2 Yo, this one out to everybody out there that's... on da flatline, out they mind
Walkin' on da flatline, nine, I rhyme I'm flyin' in a Benz two-seata, on my heata Need a green leaf (bitch) don't ass smoked like reefa Sendin' you quicker to muthafuckin' Jesus, believe this Hell on earth, how much is your worth For 36 O's I'll you with ya eyes closed Forever doze, I arose, the of the Dead' Comin' through wit the ooh to paintcha down red I 'Unholy' you got scared ''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 give me a call, murder you all Y'all gonna fill in time, the line Walk da flatlines
evil day, music melodic, Reel Life Product Mechanical, my mind's botanicals Deconstruct then reconstruct your structure Roll ya block 'till it If ya get knocked off ya money is cluster Gettin' clocked by hustler In this game ain't no 'trust us' There ain't no justice, so if you us, bullets will bust Retaliation is a must, A of silence to this underworld violence Violence, A code of silence to underworld violence Blood money, cocaine got my runny But I somehow manage to stay scummy Run over you in the truck like a crash dummy My to the bitches 'round the world, they love me But ain't no love for hoes, I treat 'em all like foes Smoke 'em wit' the .44 hydros Money is the key to end all ya Ya ups, ya downs, ya gettin' highs, lows But money be the root of all evil I That evil's got blood stains on my clothes That same evil's got stains on my clothes That same evil's got blood on my clothes
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