Esham - Walkin' On da Flatline lyrics
[Esham - Walkin' On da Flatline lyrics]
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
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 walk da flatlines
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
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 walk da flatlines
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
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 walk da flatlines
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
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 walk da flatlines