Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flatline, artist - Beanie Sigel. Date of issue: 28.03.2005
Song language: English
Flatline |
| Uh Uh huh Uh Huh Uh |
| 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 'ill 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 imma pop off my blick |
| That nigga Mack back you need to hop off our dicks (BRAATT) |
| 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 fuck it I should of let the AR touch him cuffed him |
| To the bumper drug him two city blocks |
| The juice in me and the henny shot |
| Four perks’and a? |
| hitter ock? |
| 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 (flatline) |
| Slow up all that rap 'ill get that boy clapped boy (flatline) |
| Oh no here we go another (flatline) |
| P crack B mack is back boy (flatline) |
| Get him up outta here rrring yea (rring yea) |
| Don’t get plugged to that machine yea (machine yea) |
| Hold up he losing air (flatline) |
| Am I clear? |
| (am I clear?) (Flatline) yea (flatline) |
| B seig’ll squeeze the eag’on you, |
| P crack let the Mack rrring 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 |
| RRRRIING! |
| P crack’ll test his aim on you |
| B mack just bang on you |
| Flesh just hang on you |
| And I don’t know what u 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 |