Lloyd Banks - Flat Line lyrics

Yeah! I don't gotta care or fear Cause ain't nothing but artillery over here For you wanna-be thugs, k**ing me with your stares Stare at this, matter-fact here, disappear Go getta! Cause n***as will set up they whole life in wait Turn into these internet gangsters that's typing hate Music, movies all type of cake .9s, Uzis I got Sniper cake [Intro:] PLK! {BRING IT BACK} [scream] [Verse:] Yeah! I don't gotta care or fear Cause ain't nothing but artillery over here For you wanna-be thugs, k**ing me with your stares Stare at this, matter-fact here, disappear [Interlude: 50 Cent] Ayo pull that back, man! Ayo play that again man, you know what I'm sayin'? [beat starts again] [Intro:] PLK! [Verse:] Yeah! I don't gotta care or fear Cause ain't nothing but artillery over here For you wanna-be thugs, k**ing me with your stares Stare at this, matter-fact here, disappear [Gunshot] Go getta! Cause n***as will set up they whole life in wait Turn into these internet gangsters that's typing hate Music, movies all type of cake .9s, Uzis I got Sniper cake I had it hard, now my life is straight vehicle without the plate n***as don't hear you when you out the state When you're local, you're easy to locate Believe me, the game need me, it's so fake! Just cause he good with numbers don't mean he slangin' and Every n***a' wearing Bandannas ain't bangin' Paper weight got my pants hanging and I got my belt on money just that long n***as change, see you then their hearts ain't good My whip grain! Money only knock on wood Keep it on ya! Ain't no time to pop no hood I know this, cause I grew up where the pot roll good I'm in the streets loving the money that keep coming King magazine onion, Jeans hugging n***as mean mugging, cause my 16s buzzin' [Whoo] It's hard! - They want whip creme from him. [Kiiiid!] Pound for pound he can't f** with son And I'm good all by myself, they can't jump the gun You got heat where's it coming from? Cause you in the drop 'til the summer done, you don't really f** with them! Cause I give a f** with wings on it And walk around with shirts with the strings on it Ain't nobody stoppin' Banks! I put my rings on it Kitchen sink on it my lady and I'm mink on it Drink on it! - No [? ], I got the burner black I ain't scared of none of you muhf**ers, Bernie Mac Can I bring New York back, the Coke turn to Crack Probably do the same sh** over if I can turn it back Slides don't matter, I'll pop a leg out a quarter back 7 foot sen(d) 'em, sumo wrestler and all of that Pussies get drowned, drink water from where the toilet at b**h n***as down and last, all for a pack Matter of fact, we losing 'em, give that boy a smack A hit from a shot lick couldn't revive balling rap I'll send n***as to the store and back Diddy sh** Grown a** man not the one to get silly with Broads love me! I'm fresh fly, really slick And I got game so she gone give up the kitty quick! You can't blame her, I'm the biggest pick around She ain't want me back in the day, but sh** is different now! You know I'm a digg her down. f** it, I get you one twice The only one that could huh, dumb nice! Officer ask me if I'm color blinds, I run lights! Then it's to the interstate, top gun pipe!