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flatbush zombies – plz don’t make me do it lyrics

[produced by the architect]

[verse 1: domo genesis]
now i still don’t pop molly, but i smoke around a pound of weed
around an hour time we’ll burn the sour like calories
that money sh-t enpowers me, cowards, while ya’ll cowardly doubted me
swear if uncle could see me now, he’d be proud of me
but i pour some out for my dead homies
smoking out in flatbush, zombies my dead homies
rommi my bread homie
i’ve seen some n-ggas die before they crime
and if i go i’d be proud to say i put some reason in my rhymes
believe that i’m in time my season come online
spring, winter, fall bring any raw, see that involves snakes out the gr-ss
[?] of the law, preach and resolve
but you n-ggas too hard headed, that “i want it all” fetish
devil is still aline, i ain’t going where y’all headed
i don’t get what i want, i know my n-ggas is war ready
a couple 100 degrees, still seeming the heat is rising
withdrawal from the fiends, they say “you can’t deprive me”
this just my essence, no second guessing, please read the science
f-ck the world, smoke weed, cheat, be defiant

[hook: domo genesis]
curse all of you b-tch n-ggas
’cause i might hurt one of you b-tch n-ggas
please don’t make me do it
i think i’m on my old sh-t
they wanna see me on my old sh-t
believe i’m on my old sh-t

curse all of you b-tch n-ggas
’cause i might hurt one of you b-tch n-ggas
please don’t make me do it
i think i’m on my old sh-t
they wanna see me on my old sh-t
believe i’m on my old sh-t

[verse 2: erick arc elliot]
bridge the gap between us
always reminiscing about some old sh-t
smoking good weed and you know we smoke the whole zip
outie when the hoes dip
know we rocking j’s, know it be the old sh-t
phone disconnected when you call, that’s my old sh-t
seeing other b-tches at the mall, that’s my ho sh-t
know your friend is so sick, that’s why i play my old sh-t
so when i’m dead and gone you can say you know my old sh-t
this is for the vultures, i do this for the culture
not cause i’m supposed to
soldiers never show love
there is something old ’bout a new drug
there is something rad ’bout a good f-ck
good women, good weed
that’s why a n-gga move at such a speed
eyes shifty on these fiends
i disintegrate regimes
you see me move smooth when i orchestrate tunes
i’m coltrane if he ate shrooms, i -ssume

curse all of you b-tch n-ggas
’cause i might hurt one of you b-tch n-ggas
please don’t make me do it
i think i’m on my old sh-t
they wanna see me on my old sh-t
believe i’m on my old sh-t

[outro]
old sh-t
i’m on my old sh-t

- flatbush zombies lyrics

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