Flatline Lyrics - Mc Eiht

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 

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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? 

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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 motherf**kers, make em wish they hid 

Spittin, call me the ghetto f**kin' 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 'cause 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 

F**kin' 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 muthaf**kas 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