Boola - Flatline lyrics

[Verse 1: Peedi Peedi] Uh Uh huh Uh Huh Uh I'll box your f**in' head off Who gon' knock the kid off? None of y'all which one of y'all, come try me I'll body little homeboy silence that sound boy Come challenge me please I promise you a homi' And I'm dipping in a bonnie' and I'm fresh out the county And I just taught my mami how to shoot a lil' tool So I hate for you to run up get one up in your stomach That's one less bullet from my hundred shot uz' Put your finger in your gun shot wound Run to spittle and tell 'em P Crack not cool He on that sh** that 'ill make a dead man move Stop train, airplanes fall dawg you gon' lose I'm on my twist you on my list I bring the wop out of the spot it's on like sh** That n***a crack back and I'mma pop off my blick That n***a Mack back you need to hop off our dicks (BRAATT) [Verse 2: Beanie Sigel] Fresh out the federal cases I got several About four or five just had to settle two They said I try to show a n***a what the metal do But didn't succeed the n***a still breath Told em', please, I would of hit him in his p's With the Mac with the beam that got back in the breeze Only clap from the neck up I'd let the heck-lar plug 'em I don't think they made Kevlar scullys f** it I should of let the AR touch him cuffed him To the bumper drug him two city blocks The juice in me and the henny shot Four percs' and a hit of wop You shoot first if you get the drop Your deuce work if you hit the spot Lose the nurse some one get the doc' Remove his shirt his pressure drop Check his vital sign his hemorrhaging finish him FLATLINE [Hook: Beanie Sigel & Peedi Crack] Load it up roll up BLAT boy flat boy (flatline) Slow up all that rap 'ill get that boy clapped boy (flatline) Oh no here we go another (flatline) P crack B mack is back boy (flatline) Get him up outta here rrring yea (rring yea) Don't get plugged to that machine yea (machine yea) Hold up he losing air (flatline) Am I clear? (am I clear?) (Flatline) yea (flatline) (Beanie Sigel) B seig'll squeeze the eag' on you P crack let the Mack rrring on you Paramedics breath over you Machines gotta breath for you Your f*ggot a** squad wouldn't bleed for you Get flatlined I'm the wrong one Short temper with a long gun My blick longer that a W.I.C. line n***as snitch when the law come You better run when the boy come (Peedi Crack) RRRRIING!! P crack'll test his aim on you B mack just bang on you Flesh just hang on you And I don't know what u been told But when my Mac unload I'm guaranteed to turn a n***a cold Got ten shots for the present and the top Risin' off Porsche eleven about seven stops Get back on this gat I throw it for my pop I'm not lying don't get your a** flatline (Hook) (FLATLINE SOUND UNTIL THE END)