[Zombie Juice]
I been here, you been where
Life ain't sweet, no beach chair
Arc dropping samples, gotta clear air
Still hustle everyday, like there's no care
I pray everyday, too much sin
n***as at the top, soon fallin
Man, I got nothin to lose
Probably be on front page bringing up the old ways
f** your major corporations, the government they rapists
Don't matter where you're from, grab your motherf**in' gun
When they run up in your crib, spray em down like it's fun
And they don't give a f** if we living in hell
As long as they can make money off of motherf**in tales
From Kanye to Kimmy, Chris Brown, Rihanna
They wanna see us lose, our relationships are ???
When n***as in the hood, ain't got no f**in shoes
Nah, we smarter, we gotta change the game
It's our f**in world, it's time to make the claim
Bang bang
[Bodega Bamz]
100 keep it, I live, die by my own hands
Somebody bodyin me is not in my program
It's ironic that I called my code[?] Lohan
Spank a young n***a till he turn into a grown man
And I'm not a grown man, got nothing to prove
Buck 50 on pretty face, I got money to lose
I got b**hes to choose from
And please no hickeys b**h that's rule 1
My baby mother wild, me and my 10 boys pow-wow
At the round table check your cell phones
40 cals, my Glock never on safety
n***a never played me, n***a never robbed me
Bullet never grazed me, wha**up ho?
I'mma give you what you need
Some hard dick and coke, i'mma put up in yo a**hole
It's ironic they want beef with the cash cow[?]
I'm trying to get in this motherf**er and cash out
A couple bottles of brown water
When the sun up, papi pa** out
Cold as ice, anty up when we mash out
Homie that's real talk, raised on Baltic Ave
Now I walk the bro walk[???]
[Meechy Darko]
Posin for photos, pistol in hand
Collar open like Han Solo, who rolled 6 grams
Don't even pa** us ??????
9 in yo chest, 9 in yo spine, Tony Romo
My liquor dark, my b**hes light
Pussies a h*mo[?]
I'm from the ghetto where we recycle our paper plates
And everybody got a relative upstate
n***a I'm talking gel[?] upstate, not a crip[?] upstate
Hawk tyres tyring[?] rather you duct tape
Or I could fibre wire them, extended clips are my specialty
Especially when aimed at enemies with benefits
Ain't got a license for my whip, or my weaponry
But f**in n***as still ride out for them presidents
But only for Franklin, Benjamin
Gun bu*t ya, cut ya, I snuff ya with that snub nose
I'm robbing every local deli for molly
And pronto ?????? pop a molly, I just pop a tab
Open a bag of dat maui wowie, roll it take a drag
[?????]
Won't ever stop me, zombies on yo a**
Most of these n***as is carbon copies
Harlem get the cash, [???]
I like my head sloppy, b**h
[Bodega Bamz]
I got a girl, but I really need a wife at home (4x)
I'm gone