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dirty elevator music

Flatbush Zombies

3

You know what I mean?

Like I told the nigga, I′m like, "Yo, you know my body, my nigga, ha

I don't know what you talkin′ 'boutBut you know how I get down, baby

Don't be tryna talk crazy over here"

I got the whole world on my hands now

Attitude, fuck it, like I′m caught with my pants down

You pussy, and I always been the dawg

Most of the game are rookies, you know that we came to ball

Sooner you bring it to me, the sooner we ship it off

Hennessy and bad decisions, makin′ millions off a song

With this bad lotto (word), my motto, drive and swerve potholes

Numbers don't lie when on my side, capo

I got an energy problem, no, I got an enemy problem

No, I got a Hennessy problem, paranoia′s gettin' me probably

Opposite of kamikaze, papi, your shit never dropping, stop it

Tight body, nothing sloppy but her toppy, zombie gang, gang-gang

Body rotten, Gucci sweats while casket shopping

I′m possessed, the acid dropper, never lying

Ho, I'm designed to rhyme, the grimy moves is what I′m inclined to do

I'm sorry silly rhymer, your highness don't need no kind of boost

This is highly ignitable, riot inciting, frying my mind

Body with chemicals why? Try it′s all in your mind

Red-eye flights, I′m goin' in raw, so let′s roll the dice

Do you wan' hear a thing? Take your life for likes, I′m trife, I'm quite nice

Precise with knife, slice and dice

Inhale, exhale, close one eye then snipe

Beware, these here are the tales of the darkside

Nobody gets out alive (nobody)

Ask why Satan cried when I was baptized

All I got is my balls, my word, my pride, her head fire

Ghost Rider, just Meech no help, no writer, no sire

Pussyboy, eat fire, Flatbush, Eastsider

I got the whole world on my hands now

Attitude, fuck it, like I′m caught with my pants down

You pussy, and I always been the dawg

Most of the game are rookies, you know that we came to ball

Sooner you bring it to me, the sooner we ship it off

Hennessy and bad decisions, makin' millions off a song

With this bad lotto, my motto, drive and swerve potholes

Numbers don't lie when on my side, capo (hahaha)

Yeah

Dirty as Jersey, no disrespect to Reggie the Noble

Repeatedly hittin′ your whip until it′s been totaled

Please, lady, no photos, I'm hardly sober

My omens have only told me to focus on every quote

And expose every single soul with the motives of takin′ over this globe

Takin' over the road, on the dough with my bros

I′m bowling with pins of woes, more than convinced I'm old

Wisdom infinite fold, my window is tinted, closed

These niggas is gimmicks, so I hit ′em like Riddick Bowe

I'm driven to pay the toll, you niggas is paper plush

You fuckin' with angel dust (woo), we can′t be fucked with

It′s nothin' to niggas, no discussion, I crushed ′em

Sweet as custard, apply the pressure, the messier, the dossier

Closure when the Yankees play they closers (uh-uh)

Can't you see me? 3D, Tesla memory

Here′s the melody, eat your shit, human centipede

I got the whole world on my hands now (brrt)

Attitude, fuck it, like I'm caught with my pants down (what?)

You pussy, and I always been the dawg

Most of the game are rookies, you know that we came to ball

Sooner you bring it to me, the sooner we ship it off

Hennessy and bad decisions, makin′ millions off a song

With this bad lotto, my motto, drive and swerve potholes

Numbers don't lie when on my side, capo (hahaha)

See I learned a new word today, nigga; triskaidekaphobia

An extreme superstition regarding the number thirteen

That's why a nigga don′t be havin′ 13th floor on the, anyway

Most project buildings don't really get past 13th floor anyway

So it don′t really matter

What's poppin′, blood? You good, you good?

You quit the 13th floor for me?

Ayo, 13th floor

Alright, 11th floor