Glorious Thugs - Flatbush Zombies.mp3

[00:23.74]Armed and dangerous, wanna kill Meech, better aim it up
[00:26.46]Most of these rap niggas hating u
[00:27.74]Feel like I got six people living inside my cranium
[00:30.62]Help me, I see dead people, I'm talking them Benjamins
[00:34.11]Six senses just ain't enough
[00:35.47]I need a bad b***h, about a billion buck
[00:37.08]Telling me I been a monster, man, that boss, man
[00:39.02]My sonograms full of solid granite, them gold fangs, that real shit
[00:42.28]No hologram when you talk slick, you get hit with extra gram
[00:45.46]Bu-buck shot and then they gon' bounce
[00:46.92]Some ducked down, some niggas ra
[00:48.54]Came in this game talking shit , acid tab, hashish bricks
[00:51.68]Glorious Thugs+Glorious Thugs+C*****e-sip, weed in my lungs, easy flip, I got the right plug
[00:54.59]All these drugs, I got to like one
[00:56.18]All this beef, I got the right punch
[00:57.66]What situation is the right one?
[00:59.16]What you gon' do, die or run?
[01:00.71]7 A.M., woke in the morning with Hen' and caffeine and green and nicotine
[01:03.53]Waiting for this pack, got to fit the whole team
[01:05.22]Five-O on my back, gotta make it best, man
[01:06.65]Little stress here, bit of stress here
[01:07.92]Got a 9 milli weapon for protection to kill niggas off, no question
[01:10.58]Nah, niggas is announcing the brown skin
[01:12.41]Man, this no bullshit, they scared of us
[01:14.37]And they took a right to not give a ****
[01:15.73]Someone loaded up 'til my trigger bust
[01:17.35]And they been down for us, just how a nigga bust
[01:18.94]Shout-out to my niggas on the corner with the raw
[01:20.54]Trying to make a little living 'bout what a nigga can't afford
[01:22.08]Who put them drugs in the hood, anyway?
[01:23.49]Who told these people we ain't shit everyday?
[01:25.01]They start the trend and we followed in
[01:26.50]'Fore the copper chopper trying to hollow me
[01:28.17]These bars ain't ready, gotta call 'em in
[01:29.69]My pack funky, that parliament
[01:31.18]Put Pall Mall grandfather cigs, Paul Wall, my grill is
[01:34.30]Tipping my verses, my b*****s get serviced
[01:35.79]We vicious, we serpents, we ripping this Earth shit
[01:37.59]Uh, this is how I operate, no MD, just emcee
[01:40.36]Been contemplating this architecture
[01:41.92]Been all semester, they ignored the message
[01:43.45]Leave shorty wet, my stain on Balmain
[01:45.03]All of my niggas are shooters, they aim
[01:46.68]Full of description, your fists where they missing
[01:48.09]And mission: this is an original, man
[01:49.78]My ism is torture, we live in the system
[01:51.40]Where niggas in prison for pushing her down
[01:52.88]Shooting to kill, gunning 'em down
[01:54.20]Who can distinguish what is on ground?
[01:55.59]Smoking this shit and my arm in Rick Ow'
[01:57.23]Carry that shit like I'm holding an "O"
[01:58.72]A nigga talking reckless, same, we smoking Dutches
[02:00.56]On a certain substance, balling on a budget
[02:02.06]Give you a minimum when you exhibit a criminal mimic
[02:04.37]And miracles, they get demerited
[02:05.50]They made the liberty's privilege
[02:06.61]The live is the image of indigo
[02:07.87]Niggas is wild on this side
[02:08.88]Don't be surprised when I silence the scene with six shooters
[02:12.10]As soon as you fetch your money machine, mother****er