Flatbush Zombies - Glorious Thugs lyrics
rate me(Verse: Meechy Darko)
Armed and dangerous, wanna kill Meech, betta aim it up
Most of these rap niggas hatin' us
Feel like I got six people livin' inside my cranium
Help me, I see dead people, I'm talkin' them Benjamins
6 senses just ain't enough, I need a bad bitch, about a billion bucks
Tellin' me I been a monster, man, that boss, man
My sonograms full of solid granite, them gold fangs, that real shit
No hologram when you talk slick, you get hit with extra gram
Bu-buck shot and then they gon' bounce
Some ducked down, some niggas ran
Came in this game talkin' shit, acid tab, hashish bricks
Codeine-sip, weed in my lungs, easy flip, I got the right plug
All these drugs, I got to like 1, all this beef, I got the right punch
What situation is the right 1? What you gon' do, die or run?
(Verse 2: Zombie Juice)
7 A.M., woke in the mornin'
With Hen' and caffeine and green and nicotine
Waitin' for this pack, got to fit the whole team
5-O on my back, got to make it best, man
Lil stress here, bit of stress here
Got a 9 milli weapon for protection to kill niggas off, no question
Nah, niggas is announcin' the brown skin
Man, this no bullshit, they scared of us
And they took a right to not give a fuck
Someone loaded up 'til my trigger bust
And they been down for us, just how a nigga bust
Shout-out to my niggas on the corner with the raw
Tryin' to make a lil livin' bout what a nigga can't afford
Who put them drugs in the hood, anyway?
Who told these niggas we ain't shit everyday?
They start the trend and we followed in
'Fore the copper chopper trying to hollow me
These bars ain't ready, got to call 'em in
My pack funky, that parliament
Put Pall Mall grandfather cigs, Paul Wall, my grill is
Tippin' my verses, my bitches get serviced
We vicious, we serpents, we rippin' this Earth shit
(Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliott)
Uh, this is how I operate, no MD, just emcee
Been contemplatin' this architecture
Been all semester, they ignored the message
Leave shorty wet, my stain on Balmain
All of my niggas are shooters, they aim
Full of description, your fists where they missin'
And mission: this is an original, man
My ism is torture, we live in the system
Where niggas in prison for pushin' her down
Shootin' to kill, gunnin' em down
Who can distinguish what is on ground?
Smokin' this dope and my arm in Rick Ow'
Carry that shit like I'm holdin' an 'O'
A nigga talkin' reckless, same, we smokin' Dutches
On a certain substance, ballin' on a budget
Give you a minimum when you exhibit a criminal mimic
And miracles, they get demerited, they made the liberty's privilege
The live is the image of indigo, niggas is wild on this side
Don't be surprised when I silence the scene with six shooters
As soon as you fetch your money machine, muthafucka
