[Esham]



Uh, 1-2, 1-2

Yo, this one goes out to everybody out there that's...

Walkin' on da flatline, out they mind



Walkin' on da flatline, nine, when I rhyme

I'm flyin' in a Benz two-seata, holdin' on my heata

Need a green leaf (bitch) don't getcha' ass smoked like reefa

Sendin' you quicker to meetcha muthafuckin' Jesus, believe this

Hell on earth, how much is your life worth

For 36 O's I'll leave you with ya eyes closed

Forever doze, I arose, the 'Day of the Dead'

Comin' through wit the ooh just to paintcha down red

I said 'Unholy' you got scared

'Cuz the day I rolled around the world wasn't prepared

My style venomous, ending lust and with us a Mausburg bust



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Bitches, I ball and I'll never stall

So give me a call, I'll murder you all

Y'all gonna fill in time, the chalk line

Walk da flatlines [x2]



Another evil day, music melodic, Reel Life Product

Mechanical, my mind's smokin botanicals

Deconstruct then reconstruct your whole structure

Roll ya block 'till it rupture

If ya get knocked off ya money is still cluster

Gettin' clocked by another hustler

In this game there ain't no 'trust us'

There ain't no justice, so if you fuck us, bullets will bust

Retaliation is a must, plus

A code of silence to this underworld violence

Violence, violence

A code of silence to this underworld violence

Blood money, cocaine got my nose runny

But I somehow still manage to stay scummy

Run over you in the truck like a crash test dummy

My star to the bitches 'round the world, they love me

But ain't no love for these hoes, I treat 'em all like foes

Smoke 'em wit' the .44 like hydros

Money is the key to end all ya woes

Ya ups, ya downs, ya gettin' highs, gettin' lows

But money be the root of all evil I suppose

That same evil's got blood stains on my clothes

That same evil's got blood stains on my clothes

That same evil's got blood stains on my clothes



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