Glorious Thugs Lyrics - Flatbush Zombies

Armed and dangerous, wanna kill Meech, better aim it up 

Most of these rap niggas 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 bitch, 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 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 talking 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 one 

All this beef, I got the right punch 

What situation is the right one? 

What you gon' do, die or run? 

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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 kill niggas off, no question 

Nah, niggas is announcing 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 

Trying to make a little living '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, gotta call 'em in 

My pack funky, that parliament 

Put Pall Mall grandfather cigs, Paul Wall, my grill is 

Tipping my verses, my bitches get serviced 

We vicious, we serpents, we ripping this Earth shit 

Photos 

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 niggas 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 niggas in prison for pushing her down 

Shooting to kill, gunning 'em down 

Who can distinguish what is on ground? 

Smoking this dope and my arm in Rick Ow' 

Carry that shit like I'm holding an "O" 

A nigga 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 

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, motherfucker