Flatline

[Intro]
Hell yeah, get down n' dirty on this...
Comin' straight from Las Vegas
You better believe that

[Bad Boy - Verse 1:]
Hey, you missed with the bullet
I came with the Flatline
Ain't it a bitch now?
Bet you ain't talking shit now
See, first you wanted to get down
Now leva slipped 'round (like a bitch)
So you gettin' the thick, clown
See, I'ma spit now
Adrenaline pumping, buck
Fuckin' with the brain that leave with the aim
And I'm heated, mane
I crept and I came
That's on everything
Bitch, you fucked with my gang
And I blew out your brains
You lived for the fame
So I gave you the name
The bitch motherfucker that wanted to bang
And fucked with me rapping
My cuete can sang
I crept through the back of the pad with a rag and a Mac
With a scope and a (gat)
With the locs and the (hat)
And a sack of that (What?)
It was [?] than black
So I took me a heater, prepared for the moving in slowly
From the what, do you know me?
With a blunt then the Forty
Had a crib by the lonely
You got a strap in the homie
And then you wanted to blow me
Now can you control me?
Can you get what you owe me?
See, the homie once told me
"Put a gat in yo waist
And some endz in yo pocket."
And pulled out the bullet wounds that he showed me
I was taking it slowly
From the critical overdose, toking the smoke
I was hoping to choke
Puttin bullets in hoes
Through the nose
But you know, that's the way that the story goes
You better call the Po's
Cuz I'm coming to (kill, kill, kill..)
I'ma keep it real
See, I'm aiming to steal, wreck them hoes
That has tempt to attempt to kill
See, I accept the deal
But I neglect to feel
When I prepare to peel
(Spark that shit up, man..)