f** That - Flatline lyrics

[Sample] Skin head, dead head, everybody gone bad Situation, aggravation, everybody allegation In the suite, on the news, everybody dog food Bang bang, shot dead, everybody's gone mad Bang bang, shot dead, everybody's gone mad Bang bang, shot dead, everybody's gone mad All I wanna say is that they don't really care about us [Verse 1: Pacewon] What's hood yo? Let me tell y'all When the guns blow and the shells fall And the slugs fly, I'll be well off Holding a shotgun, busting the hell off Like soldiers in Iraq You don't want that 'Cause once you die you don't come back Brother I'm on point, like a thumb tack The last thing you'll hear will be a gun clap You looking for action? Let's get buck You wanna get hurt? brother just step up Brother your tough talk doesn't effect us So just like Rambo you'll get your neck cut You'll get aired out You'll get pounded You'll get your mom's house fully surrounded By n***as I'm down with Don't act too hard Or they might find you dead in the school yard Be cool god [Sample] Bang bang, shot dead, everybody's gone mad Bang bang, shot dead, everybody's gone mad Bang bang, shot dead, everybody's gone mad All I wanna say is that they don't really care about us [Verse 2: Nutso] One shot, two shots Now here come the cops Three neighbors all seniors seen you running down the block Backdoor open ran to the rooftop Homicide might even search my damn boom box Nothing there but batteries My stash is their salary Now they tryna hit me with a murder and a battery Helicopter bird eyes view, dogs they after me Ran up in apartment 3-B, shorty ask to leave Only girl to hold me down when I was doing one to three Had me up in Rikers on the yard rocking Wallabees And if I get back at the job, I'm doing robberies Fugitive making sales in hotel lobbies Stick up kids know me, they won't even rob me Grew up with their sisters, sold coke to their mommy's My gang bang [?] can join it like the army But all you really got to know is Nutso gonna let that gun bust [Sample] Bang bang, shot dead, everybody's gone mad Bang bang, shot dead, everybody's gone mad Bang bang, shot dead, everybody's gone mad All I wanna say is that they don't really care about us [Verse 3: Punchline] My name in this game will rain like monsoons Thoughts sharp stay on point like harpoons Cat's screw facing acting like they goons Until the guns go bang bang like John Witherspoon They don't really care where the bullets fly next Just another day living in the projects Up in the club I see mad bodies dropping Champagne bottles ain't the only thinking popping At the funeral, cat's paying you homage Cops put two in your dome just like knowledge Nonsense, crazy, shot if you look wrong Thug on, hope your Sean John come with teflon Situation is trife, nobody cares On the rooftops, cat's shooting the air Mom's at the church now saying a prayer Cuz every night on the block all she hear is [Sample] Bang bang, shot dead, everybody's gone mad Bang bang, shot dead, everybody's gone mad Bang bang, shot dead, everybody's gone mad All I wanna say is that they don't really care about us [Verse 4: F.T.] This is the era of the digital pranksters But me I'm an Original Gangster Known to make hits, cla**ics, unlimited bangers Shoot bullets but be spitting them razors We getting this paper A lot of these n***as is haters I'm a boss, independent, I'm major n***a embrava My chicks got that cinnamon flavor On vacays women in Asia, I raised ya It takes five of your paragraphs combined To make the kind of sense that I make with one line I know you like that simple sh**, but sometimes I got to show y'all the reason that son shine A lot of young n***as is weak with a young mind I sleep with a 45 and creep with a 09 No secret we gon' rhyme Baby we gon' shine And I don't give a f** as long as I get mine n***aaaa**! [Sample] Bang bang, shot dead, everybody's gone mad Bang bang, shot dead, everybody's gone mad Bang bang, shot dead, everybody's gone mad All I wanna say is that they don't really care about us