glorious thugs

Singer: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?

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

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"