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Walkin On Da Flatline Lyrics - Tongues - Esham

[Esham] 

 

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 

 

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(Chorus) 

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 [2x] 

 

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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 

 

(Chorus) 

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