Uh uh huh, uh huh uh
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I'll box your fuckin' head off
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Who gon' knock the kid off?
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None of y'all which one of y'all come try me
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I'll body little homeboy silence that sound boy
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Come challenge me please I promise you a homi'
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And I'm dipping in a bonnie' and I'm fresh out the county
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And I just taught my mami how to shoot a lil' tool
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So I hate for you to run up get one up in your stomach
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That's one less bullet from my hundred shot UZ'
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Put your finger in your gun shot wound
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Run to spittle and tell 'em P. Crack not cool
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He on that shit that 'ill make a dead man move
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Stop train, airplanes fall dawg you gon' lose
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I'm on my twist you on my list
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I bring the wop out of the spot it's on like shit
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That nigga crack back and I'ma pop off my blick
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That nigga Mack back you need to hop off our dicks (brat)
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[Beanie Sigel]
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Fresh out the federal cases I got several
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About four or five just had to settle two
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They said I try to show a nigga what the metal do
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But didn't succeed the nigga still breath
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Attempt please I would of hit him in his peas
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With the Mac with the beam that got back in the breeze
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Only clap from the neck up I'd let the heck-lar plug 'em
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I don't think they made Kevlar scullys fuck it
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I should of let the AR touch him cuffed him
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To the bumper drug him two city blocks
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The juice in me and the henny shot
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Four perks' and a hit of wok
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You shoot first if you get the drop
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Your deuce work if you hit the spot
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Lose the nurse some one get the doc'
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Remove his shirt his pressure drop
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Check his vital sign his hemorrhaging finish him
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FLATLINE
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[hook]
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Load it up, roll up, blat boy flat boy (flatline)
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Slow up all that rap I'll get that boy clapped boy (flatline)
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Oh no here we go another (flatline)
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P crack B mack is back boy (flatline)
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Get him up outta here rrring yea (rring yea)
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Don't get plugged to that machine yea (machine yea)
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Hold up he losing air (flatline)
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Am I clear? (am I clear?) (Flatline) yea (flatline)
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[Beanie Sigel]
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B seig'll squeeze the eag' on you,
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P crack let the Mack rrring on you
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Paramedics breath over you
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Machines gotta breath for you
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Your faggot ass squad wouldn't bleed for you
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Get flatlined I'm the wrong one
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Short temper with a long gun
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My blick longer that a W.I.C. line
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Niggaz snitch when the law come
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You better run when the boy come
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[Peedi Peedi]
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RRRRIING!!
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P crack'll test his aim on you
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B mack just bang on you
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Flesh just hang on you
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And I don't know what u been told
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But when my Mac unload
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I'm guaranteed to turn a nigga cold
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Got ten shots for the present and the top
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Risin' off Porsche eleven about seven stops
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Get back on this gat I throw it for my pop
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I'm not lying don't get your ass flatline
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Flatline
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Beanie Sigel |