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MC Eiht - Flatline lyrics
Geah Thug shit, check this out Compton, geah I don't think they heard me on this one I said: Compton, nigga! That's how we doin it Regulating for all the gangstas West Side, nigga, Hoo-Bangin' Gangstas, you know I'm sayin' Check this out I said I dig into yo' body, you catch the flatline Comtpon, where we from, nigga? Compton, all day, nigga We gon' start it like this Check this out Way back 4-4's seven years in the pen .38 with wooden handles and a fifth with gin Let me begin, before the days of committin sins I was a lil' knucklehead getting courted in Till I die C.P.T., y'all can't budge me Kill a nigga for the neighborhood, can't judge me I'm lettin' the fire spit, y'all fools catchin' some slugs I regulate, servin' you way that straight thug You know if you're slippin' you get laid up in the mud Take over your spot, pushin' china white and bud The devious, the mind blowin', the over-throwin Christmas everyday in the hood, I keep it snowin It's hot like that where I'm from You bitches tryin to test, you meet the M-1 From sun up, nigga, to sun down I pull out, your gat go down Bitches, I run town, what up? Geah I said I dig into yo' body, you catch the flatline... Y'all start runnin' and screamin' and pushin' and yellin' and slippin' and duckin' When you see the Tec-9 buckin' Stagger them motherfuckers, make em wish they hid Spittin, call me the ghetto fuckin' Billy the Kid You be layin on your back tryin' to catch yo' breath Life starts to flash, now you're nearing death What's left, bitch? You see the glock starts tickin' Die, as I blast one |
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