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flatbush zombies - u&i lyrics

[intro: dia]
don’t be anxious, or impatient
’cause i-i-i want to hold you close and never let go

[bridge: juice]
yeah, she said baby don’t go, but you and i got to be for you and i
this that do or die, po pimp sh-t recordin’ in the sky
and i get so high that i forgot ’bout last night, right
yeah, she said baby don’t go, but you and i got to be for you and i
this that do or die, po pimp sh-t recordin’ in the sky
and i get so high that i forgot ’bout last night, right

[chorus: erick & juice]
in a world (in a world) full of thieves (full of thieves)
we see diamonds (we see diamonds), we see keys (we see keys)
if the issue (if the issue), talk to me (talk to me)
if i miss you (if i miss you), it’s ’cause you’re deep (it’s ’cause you’re deep)
in a world (in a world) full of thieves (full of thieves)
we see diamonds (we see diamonds), we see keys (we see keys)
if the issue (if the issue), talk to me (talk to me)
if i miss you (if i miss you), it’s ’cause you’re deep (it’s ’cause you’re deep)

[verse 1: erick]
ooh, i say we struggle
it’s hard livin’, streets have been unforgivin’
smoke weed, hold deep conversations with winners
’cause these my brothers, love ’em to death
written in stone, so when i’m gone, they huggin’ our breath
don’t frequent h-ll, gorillaz pin on lapel
there’s 6 grams in the blunt, on a mission to find myself
growin’ and breakin’ ties, cryin’ and savin’ lives
couldn’t be discontent, temptation arrives

[verse 2: juice]
yeah, i’m patiently waiting
but i don’t really give a f-ck if we ain’t in your rotation
i put the heart up on this b-tch and can’t n-body take it
brooklyn n-gg-s, we take it, flatbush baby, gon’ make it
check it, but these my brothers, love ’em to death
written in stone, until i’m gone, we puffin’ the death
no concern, nah, compare us, how?
cool milli off the merch, soundscan’s shuttin’ down now

[verse 3: erick]
i put the bread down on something i wanted for years
if my brother need some money, man i prolly sell that sh-t hey
break it into pieces, ooh wow there it is
brothers make real beats, bomb lyricist
brothers look the other way, nothing come to trouble mate
this is why i love you dog, smokin’ at your mama’s crib
my brother not a local, my brother travel continents
no need to find a hotel, my brothers got the couch and sh-t

[verse 4: meechy darko]
debra’s only son, he was conceived in king’s county
that was ’89, by ’92 he was already rowdy
misunderstood since he crawled out the womb, the only child
and his momma workin’ three jobs, one was dealin’ with drama
’cause i was wildin’, he used to rarely see his father
they seperated, couldn’t keep his d-ck in his pajamas
because he was out there hustlin’, tryin’ to be a provider
tryin’ to turn a pretty penny into a million dollars
they tell you ’bout my family, that bipolar disorder
and due to karma my first youngin’ gon’ be a daughter
when i was 5, i told my mama i wanted to die
and then we cry, the crazy sh-t, man, it wasn’t a lie
man, this life is filled with stress
so much oppressed, call new york city “9”
i sit alone and reflect, took me 28 years to realize that i’m blessed
my gran’ died from cancer, i quit them cigarettes
weight of world on my shoulder, i just finished my reps
all addicted to drugs, we all addicted to s-x
feelin’ so self destructive, like i’m clingin’ to death
took my 5 digit check and copped some bigger baguettes
take a look at my writing, finger charm on my neck
still in touch with myself, that flashy sh-t won’t prevail
i really be shopping for happiness, but that sh-t ain’t for sale
but if you don’t show ‘em then they won’t think you do it well
i heard that blood is thicker than them atlanta strippers
but these my brothers, i ain’t got real brothers to know the difference
and erick if i could, i’d give your mama my kidney
’cause she’s my momma too
i promise you i ride for my n-gg-s, die for my n-gg-s
load .45 rat-tat, homicide for my n-gg-s
word up, ’cause you my brothers, love ’em to death
written in stone, i take my heart and rip it out my chest
to prove to you that it’s zombie gang, rotten flesh
that’s to the death, n-gg-—no more, nothing less
true, indeed, juice, if you ever off or bleed
i’m takin’ care of your seeds, even if that means millions in fees
for custody, she wildin’ out on court, i’m like, “give that b-tch what she needs.”
(order in the court!) judge please (order!)
i guess i still got alot to maturin’ to do
i know we still got a whole lot of world tourin’ to do
this game is supposed to be locked in, i leak through
like a real bad p-ssy pad, watch me seep through
ooh, it’s darky baby, a whole different hue
my grand-daddy got 8 b-lls, come and get a cue
i come from the struggle, motherf-cker, get a clue
headshot, red dot, now make a move

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