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    "Walkin On Da Flatline" Lyrics

    ESham

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    [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

    [Chorus]
    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

    [Chorus]
    This song was submitted on September 29th, 2015 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Roba Music, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Scott Santos, Esham N Smith.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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