Walkin On Da Flatline

[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 (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] 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)