Flatline Lyrics - Beanie Sigel

(feat. Peedi Crakk) 

(Peedi Crack) 

Uh Uh huh Uh Huh Uh 

I'll box your fuckin' 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 shit 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 shit 

That nigga crack back and imma pop off my blick 

That nigga Mack back you need to hop off our dicks (BRAATT) 

Related 

11 Delicious Misheard Lyrics About Food 

Love Stinks, So Here Are 15 Anti-Valentine's Day Songs 

Modern Love: The Best Top 40 Love Songs For Valentine's Day 

(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 nigga what the metal do 

But didn't succeed the nigga still breath 

Attempt please I would of hit him in his peas 

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 fuck 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 perks' and a? hitter ock? 

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 

Photos 

(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 faggot ass 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 

Niggaz 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 nigga 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 ass flatline 

(Hook) 

(FLATLINE SOUND UNTIL THE END)