Flatline

Geah

Thug shit, check this out

Compton, geah

I dont think they heard me on this one

I said: compton, nigga!

Thats how we doin it

Regulating for all the gangstas

West side, nigga, hoo-bangin gangstas, you know Im sayin

Check this out

I said I dig into yo body, you catch the flatline

Comtpon, where we from, nigga? 

Compton, all day, nigga

We gon start it like this

Check this out

Way back 4-4s 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., yall cant budge me

Kill a nigga for the neighborhood, cant judge me

Im lettin the fire spit, yall fools catchin some slugs

I regulate, servin you way that straight thug

You know if youre 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

Its hot like that where Im from

You bitches tryin to test, you meet the m-1

From sun up, nigga, to sun down

I pull out, your gat go down

Bitches, I run town, what up? 

Geah

I said I dig into yo body, you catch the flatline...

Yall start runnin and screamin and pushin

And yellin and slippin and duckin

When you see the tec-9 buckin

Stagger them motherfuckers, make em wish they hid

Spittin, call me the ghetto fuckin billy the kid

You be layin on your back tryin to catch yo breath

Life starts to flash, now youre nearing death

Whats left, bitch? 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 ass is done

Hoo-bang all day, my uzi weighs a ton

Aint no fun if you dont want none

Ricochet off your shoulder blade, nigga, youre numb

Cmon, geah

Chorus...

My mind got me caught in a twist, I cant cope

I reminisce on the days in the hood slangin dope

Certain territories yo ass couldnt float

And if you caught slippin, then fool, thats all she wrote

I like the life while dippin blocks with heats

Im ready in a second to stop yo heartbeat

Fuckin around in the hood, smokin with hoes

Violators hit the blocks, we hittin the floors

Yall aint 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 muthafuckas and hit licks

The compton lunatic, way too sick

Conflict you pick, hear the 9 click, cmon

Chorus...

Geah

Comtpon gangsters all day

Hoo-bangin affiliates

You catch the flatline