Young Chris - Flatline lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Chris] Check one, check two Show them what the Tech do Any n***a achoo A Smith & Wesson'll bless you Gunner still standing tall Don't know what the rest do Aim above the neck, so we don't care about what the vest do 22, 25, 38 special 40 caliber, 45, 50's to wet you With a note for d**h too Brought up in the pain Don't get caught up in the rain And sleep in d**h before they arrest you All black everything The skies, n***a guess who Young D. Jackson on the fly, n***a catch who? F you b**h a** n***as thats on my sh** list Big tips to help you n***as out on your fitness First 48 Make sure you never forget this If you catch him and beat him Gotta make sure you bury the witness Haters I'm sh**tin' on Get my Blake Griffin on Get the clippin' on Any n***a be ready to flip the strong Glock 23 like Mike I put the Pippen on 33 extent, I'm retarded with it, I'm spittin' on n***as out the kit is who diggin' their cemetary I'mma play a b**h for life Might have been in the b**h you married Young rich hustler Millionaire in due time Cam Newton in Auburn Kemba Walker in Uconn Sit them n***as down We stretch them out; futon's Bullets in their big a** heads; Jimmy Neutrons [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] 2 G's on my new sleeves Paper scenting the new breeze Smells like money and blue crees Don't bomb on my true speed Feel the Malibu breeze Bad b**hes in cool keys Way to cool to be booed up Louis'ed down to the shoe strings One of the very few kings A Smith & Wesson burn There's no tellin' where added 2's graze 30k on my mood ring Dirty play how we do things Burn your way with the blue flames "hood drain" on your Boolean Who scared the crazy out ya, are you sane? It's getting easier Birdie flipped to the media Money's the only medicine Medicine, or we're leavin' ya Lost homies to ballin' I'm sh**tin' on you in front of all them Been in hell and back up Strapped up, now here's your order Money change weather, big bills make it feel like it's pourin' Thunderin' hail stormin' on them first thing in the mornin' More than likely hella icey I shift on n***as that wanna knife me Try and strike me Come right off your Nike Poverty don't play games Ain't no bullies, just bang bang Went to Philly and same thing Keep a milli and maintain Shh, not in my character Huh, a wonderful marriage Im hooked, but I ain't mad at you Look, finally established the crook Took what I needed, f** playin about a Brooklyn speed Chuck beat it Exotic readin' and hollow heated You can keep the love, my heart don't need it Made it out the bottom, hardest part completed Choose cards, odds and evens ...YEAH!