Flatline
Beanie Sigel, Peedi Peedi
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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'll 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 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 f*ck it I should of let the are touch him cuffed him To the bumper drug him two city blocks The juice in me and the henny shot, four perks' and a hitterock 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 Load it up, roll up, blat boy flat boy Slow up all that rap I'll get that boy clapped boy Oh no here we go another flatline P crack be mack is back boy Get him up outta here ring yea Don't get plugged to that machine yea Hold up he losing air Am I clear? Flatline yea be Seig'll squeeze the eag' on you P Crack let the mack ring 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 Ring, P crack'll test his aim on you Be mack just bang on you, flesh just hang on you And I don't know what you 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 Load it up, roll up, blat boy flat boy Slow up all that rap I'll get that boy clapped boy Oh no here we go another flatline P crack be mack is back boy Get him up outta here ring yea Don't get plugged to that machine yea Hold up he losing air Am I clear? Flatline yea
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Written by: DWIGHT GRANT, MARVIN GAYE, MARVIN P GAYE, PEDRO ZAYAS
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