Paramedics breath over you, machines gotta breath for you
Check his vital sign his hemorrhaging finish him, flatline
Get flatlined I'm the wrong one
And I just taught my mami how to shoot a lil' tool
Hold up he losing air
To the bumper drug him two city blocks
Oh no here we go another flatline
But didn't succeed the nigga still breath
Short temper with a long gun
That nigga mack back you need to hop off our dicks
B mack just bang on you, flesh just hang on you
So I hate for you to run up get one up in your stomach
Ring, P crack'll test his aim on you
Your faggot ass squad wouldn't bleed for you
I don't think they made kevlar scullys fuck it
Am I clear? Flatline yea
You shoot first if you get the drop
B Seig'll squeeze the eag' on you
Get him up outta here ring yea
Don't get plugged to that machine yea
P crack b mack is back boy
I'm on my twist you on my list
I bring the wop out of the spot it's on like shit
Lose the nurse some one get the doc'
About four or five just had to settle two
Hold up he losing air
He on that shit that'll make a dead man move
I should of let the ar touch him cuffed him
Load it up, roll up, blat boy flat boy
Oh no here we go another flatline
Slow up all that rap I'll get that boy clapped boy
That's one less bullet from my hundred shot uz'
I'm guaranteed to turn a nigga cold
Fresh out the federal cases I got several
Your deuce work if you hit the spot
Run to spittle and tell 'em P. Crack not cool
P Crack let the mack ring on you
Put your finger in your gun shot wound
Stop train, airplanes fall dawg you gon' lose
Attempt please I would of hit him in his peas
And I don't know what u been told but when my mac unload
And I'm dipping in a bonnie' and I'm fresh out the county
Only clap from the neck up I'd let the heck-lar plug 'em
That nigga crack back and I'ma pop off my blick
Risin' off Porsche eleven about seven stops
Don't get plugged to that machine yea
Get back on this gat I throw it for my pop
Remove his shirt his pressure drop
Come challenge me please I promise you a homi
They said I try to show a nigga what the metal do
Load it up, roll up, blat boy flat boy
Slow up all that rap I'll get that boy clapped boy
Got ten shots for the present and the top
My blick longer that a W.I.C. line
I'm not lying don't get your ass flatline
With the mac with the beam that got back in the breeze
P crack b mack is back boy
Niggaz snitch when the law come, you better run when the boy come
I'll body little homeboy silence that sound boy
Get him up outta here ring yea
The juice in me and the henny shot, four perks' and a hitterock
