Flatbush Zombies - Glorious Thugs lyrics

(Verse 1: Meechy Darko) Armed and dangerous, wanna k** Meech, better aim it up Most of these rap n***as hating us Feel like I got six people living inside my cranium Help me, I see dead people, I’m talking them Benjamins Six senses just ain’t enough I need a bad b**h, about a billion bucks Telling me I been a monster, man, that boss, man My sonograms full of solid granite, them gold fangs, that real sh** No hologram when you talk slick, you get hit with extra gram Bu-buck shot and then they gon’ bounce Some ducked down, some n***as ran Came in this game talking sh**, acid tab, hashish bricks Codeine-sip, weed in my lungs, easy flip, I got the right plug All these d**, I got to like one All this beef, I got the right punch What situation is the right one? What you gon’ do, die or run? (Verse 2: Zombie Juice) 7 A.M., woke in the morning With Hen’ and caffeine and green and nicotine Waiting for this pack, got to fit the whole team Five-O on my back, gotta make it best, man Little stress here, bit of stress here Got a 9 milli weapon for protection to k** n***as off, no question Nah, n***as is announcing the brown skin Man, this no bullsh**, they scared of us And they took a right to not give a f** Someone loaded up ’til my trigger bust And they been down for us, just how a n***a bust Shout-out to my n***as on the corner with the raw Trying to make a little living ’bout what a n***a can’t afford Who put them d** in the hood, anyway? Who told these n***as we ain’t sh** everyday? They start the trend and we followed in ‘Fore the copper chopper trying to hollow me These bars ain’t ready, gotta call ’em in My pack funky, that parliament Put Pall Mall grandfather cigs, Paul Wall, my grill is Tipping my verses, my b**hes get serviced We vicious, we serpents, we ripping this Earth sh** (Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliott) Uh, this is how I operate, no MD, just emcee Been contemplating this architecture Been all semester, they ignored the message Leave shorty wet, my stain on Balmain All of my n***as are shooters, they aim Full of description, your fists where they missing And mission: this is an original, man My ism is torture, we live in the system Where n***as in prison for pushing her down Shooting to k**, gunning ’em down Who can distinguish what is on ground? Smoking this dope and my arm in Rick Ow’ Carry that sh** like I’m holding an “O” A n***a talking reckless, same, we smoking Dutches On a certain substance, balling 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 n***as 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, motherf**er