Mc Eiht - Flatline Lyrics
GeahThug shit, check this outCompton, geahI dont think they heard me on this oneI said: compton, nigga!Thats how we doin itRegulating for all the gangstasWest side, nigga, hoo-bangin gangstas, you know Im sayinCheck this outI said I dig into yo body, you catch the flatlineComtpon, where we from, nigga?Compton, all day, niggaWe gon start it like thisCheck this outWay back 4-4s seven years in the pen.38 with wooden handles and a fifth with ginLet me begin, before the days of committin sinsI was a lil knucklehead getting courted inTill I die c.p.t., yall cant budge meKill a nigga for the neighborhood, cant judge meIm lettin the fire spit, yall fools catchin some slugsI regulate, servin you way that straight thugYou know if youre slippin you get laid up in the mudTake over your spot, pushin china white and budThe devious, the mind blowin, the over-throwinChristmas everyday in the hood, I keep it snowinIts hot like that where Im fromYou *****es tryin to test, you meet the m-1From sun up, nigga, to sun downI pull out, your gat go down*****es, I run town, what up?GeahI said I dig into yo body, you catch the flatline...Yall start runnin and screamin and pushinAnd yellin and slippin and duckinWhen you see the tec-9 buckinStagger them mother*****ers, make em wish they hidSpittin, call me the ghetto *****in billy the kidYou be layin on your back tryin to catch yo breathLife starts to flash, now youre nearing deathWhats left, *****? you see the glock starts tickinDie, as I blast one more you stop kickinFlee the scene to my next to akinCall back to the house, so they fly in endsJust made a real close trip to the penAnd in another town I start the same trendI sets up shot cuz your ass is doneHoo-bang all day, my uzi weighs a tonAint no fun if you dont want noneRicochet off your shoulder blade, nigga, youre numbCmon, geahChorus...My mind got me caught in a twist, I cant copeI reminisce on the days in the hood slangin dopeCertain territories yo ass couldnt floatAnd if you caught slippin, then fool, thats all she wroteI like the life while dippin blocks with heatsIm ready in a second to stop yo heartbeat*****in around in the hood, smokin with hoesViolators hit the blocks, we hittin the floorsYall aint caught us slippin, only wasted your ammoWe dips back through, dumps with the 4-4Hollows come out the dark chamberExpress my anger, never run from dangerServin mo yayo, dash from the rangerDie by the hand of the unknown strangerMy position is stick, situation is thickI ride with real mutha*****as and hit licksThe compton lunatic, way too sickConflict you pick, hear the 9 click, cmonChorus...GeahComtpon gangsters all dayHoo-bangin affiliatesYou catch the flatline
