Mc Eiht - Flatline lyrics

Geah Thug sh**, check this out Compton, geah I don't think they heard me on this one I said: compton, n***a! That's how we doin it Regulating for all the gangstas West side, n***a, 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, n***a? Compton, all day, n***a 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 k** a n***a 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 b**hes tryin to test, you meet the m-1 From sun up, n***a, to sun down I pull out, your gat go down b**hes, 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 motherf**ers, make em wish they hid Spittin, call me the ghetto f**in' billy the kid You be layin on your back tryin' to catch yo' breath Life starts to flash, now you're nearing d**h What's left, b**h? 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 a** 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, n***a, 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' a** 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**in' 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**as 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