Flatline - Young Chris, Lloyd Banks

Yeah!

I don’t gotta care or fear

Cause ain’t nothing but artillery over here

For you wanna-be thugs, killing me with your stares

Stare at this, matter-fact here, disappear

Go getta!

Cause niggas 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

PLK!

Yeah!

I don’t gotta care or fear

Cause ain’t nothing but artillery over here

For you wanna-be thugs, killing me with your stares

Stare at this, matter-fact here, disappear

Ayo pull that back, man!

Ayo play that again man, you know what I’m sayin'?

PLK!

Yeah!

I don’t gotta care or fear

Cause ain’t nothing but artillery over here

For you wanna-be thugs, killing me with your stares

Stare at this, matter-fact here, disappear

Go getta!

Cause niggas 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 niggas 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 nigga' wearing Bandannas ain’t bangin'

Paper weight got my pants hanging and

I got my belt on money just that long

Niggas 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

Niggas mean mugging, cause my 16s buzzin'

It’s hard!

— They want whip creme from him.

Pound for pound he can’t fuck 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 Fuck with them!

Cause I give a fuck 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 snoring, I got the burner black

I ain’t scared of none of you muhfuckers, Bernie Mac

Can I bring New York back, the Coke turn to Crack

Probably do the same shit 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

Bitch niggas 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 niggas to the store and back Diddy shit

Grown ass 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 shit is different now!

You know I’m a digg her down.

Fuck 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!