[Esham]
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Uh, 1-2, 1-2
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Yo, this one goes out to everybody out there that's...
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Walkin' on da flatline, out they mind
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Walkin' on da flatline, nine, when I rhyme
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I'm flyin' in a Benz two-seata, holdin' on my heata
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Need a green leaf (bitch) don't getcha' ass smoked like reefa
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Sendin' you quicker to meetcha muthafuckin' Jesus, believe this
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Hell on earth, how much is your life worth
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For 36 O's I'll leave you with ya eyes closed
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Forever doze, I arose, the 'Day of the Dead'
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Comin' through wit the ooh just to paintcha down red
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I said 'Unholy' you got scared
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'Cuz the day I rolled around the world wasn't prepared
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My style venomous, ending lust and with us a Mausburg bust
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(Chorus)
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Bitches, I ball and I'll never stall
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So give me a call, I'll murder you all
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Y'all gonna fill in time, the chalk line
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Walk da flatlines [2x]
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Another evil day, music melodic, Reel Life Product
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Mechanical, my mind's smokin botanicals
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Deconstruct then reconstruct your whole structure
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Roll ya block 'till it rupture
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If ya get knocked off ya money is still cluster
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Gettin' clocked by another hustler
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In this game there ain't no 'trust us'
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There ain't no justice, so if you fuck us, bullets will bust
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Retaliation is a must, plus
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A code of silence to this underworld violence
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Violence, violence
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A code of silence to this underworld violence
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Blood money, cocaine got my nose runny
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But I somehow still manage to stay scummy
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Run over you in the truck like a crash test dummy
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My star to the bitches 'round the world, they love me
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But ain't no love for these hoes, I treat 'em all like foes
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Smoke 'em wit' the .44 like hydros
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Money is the key to end all ya woes
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Ya ups, ya downs, ya gettin' highs, gettin' lows
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But money be the root of all evil I suppose
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That same evil's got blood stains on my clothes
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That same evil's got blood stains on my clothes
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That same evil's got blood stains on my clothes
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(Chorus)
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Walkin on da Flatline
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| Esham |
