Flatline Lyrics by Mc Eiht

Flatline Lyrics

    Geah
    Thug shit, check this out
    Compton, geah
    I don't think they heard me on this one
    I said: compton, nigga!
    That's how we doin it
    Regulating for all the gangstas
    West side, nigga, hoo-bangin' gangstas, you know i'm sayin'
    Check this out
    I said i dig into yo' body, you catch the flatline
    Comtpon, where we from, nigga?
    Compton, all day, nigga
    We gon' start it like this
    Check this out

    Way back 4-4's seven years in the pen
    .38 with wooden handles and a fifth with gin
    Let me begin, before the days of committin sins
    I was a lil' knucklehead getting courted in
    Till i die c.p.t., y'all can't budge me
    Kill a nigga for the neighborhood, can't judge me
    I'm lettin' the fire spit, y'all fools catchin' some slugs
    I regulate, servin' you way that straight thug
    You know if you're slippin' you get laid up in the mud
    Take over your spot, pushin' china white and bud
    The devious, the mind blowin', the over-throwin
    Christmas everyday in the hood, i keep it snowin
    It's hot like that where i'm from
    You bitches tryin to test, you meet the m-1
    From sun up, nigga, to sun down
    I pull out, your gat go down
    Bitches, i run town, what up?

    Geah
    I said i dig into yo' body, you catch the flatline...

    Y'all start runnin' and screamin' and pushin'
    And yellin' and slippin' and duckin'
    When you see the tec-9 buckin'
    Stagger them motherfuckers, make em wish they hid
    Spittin, call me the ghetto fuckin' billy the kid
    You be layin on your back tryin' to catch yo' breath
    Life starts to flash, now you're nearing death
    What's left, bitch? you see the glock starts tickin'
    Die, as i blast one more you stop kickin'
    Flee the scene to my next to akin
    Call back to the house, so they fly in ends
    Just made a real close trip to the pen
    And in another town i start the same trend
    I sets up shot cuz your ass is done
    Hoo-bang all day, my uzi weighs a ton
    Ain't no fun if you don't want none
    Ricochet off your shoulder blade, nigga, you're numb
    C'mon, geah

    Chorus...

    My mind got me caught in a twist, i can't cope
    I reminisce on the days in the hood slangin' dope
    Certain territories yo' ass couldn't float
    And if you caught slippin', then fool, that's all she wrote
    I like the life while dippin' blocks with heats
    I'm ready in a second to stop yo' heartbeat
    Fuckin' around in the hood, smokin' with hoes
    Violators hit the blocks, we hittin' the floors
    Y'all ain't caught us slippin', only wasted your ammo
    We dips back through, dumps with the 4-4
    Hollows come out the dark chamber
    Express my anger, never run from danger
    Servin mo' yayo, dash from the ranger
    Die by the hand of the unknown stranger
    My position is stick, situation is thick
    I ride with real muthafuckas and hit licks
    The compton lunatic, way too sick
    Conflict you pick, hear the 9 click, c'mon

    Chorus...

    Geah
    Comtpon gangsters all day
    Hoo-bangin' affiliates
    You catch the flatline

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