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flatbush zombies - betteroffdead tour cypher 2 lyrics

[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-ggas at the top, soon fallin
man, i got nothin to lose
probably be on front page bringing up the old ways
f-ck your major corporations, the government they rapists
don’t matter where you’re from, grab your motherf-ckin’ gun
when they run up in your crib, spray em down like it’s fun
and they don’t give a f-ck if we living in h-ll
as long as they can make money off of motherf-ckin tales
from kanye to kimmy, chris brown, rihanna
they wanna see us lose, our relationships are ???
when n-ggas in the hood, ain’t got no f-ckin shoes
nah, we smarter, we gotta change the game
it’s our f-ckin 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-gga 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-tches to choose from
and please no hickeys b-tch 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-gga never played me, n-gga never robbed me
bullet never grazed me, wh-ssup ho?
i’mma give you what you need
some hard d-ck and c0ke, i’mma put up in yo -ssh0l-
it’s ironic they want beef with the cash cow[?]
i’m trying to get in this motherf-cker and cash out
a couple bottles of brown water
when the sun up, papi p-ss 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 p-ss us ??????
9 in yo chest, 9 in yo spine, tony romo
my liquor dark, my b-tches light
p-ssies a h0m-[?]
i’m from the ghetto where we recycle our paper plates
and everybody got a relative upstate
n-gga 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-ckin n-ggas still ride out for them presidents
but only for franklin, benjamin
gun b-tt ya, cut ya, i snuff ya with that snub nose
i’m robbing every local deli for molly
and pr-nto ?????? 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 -ss
most of these n-ggas is carbon copies
harlem get the cash, [???]
i like my head sloppy, b-tch

[bodega bamz]
i got a girl, but i really need a wife at home (4x)
i’m gone

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