Lava - Flatbush Zombies, Zombie Juice

All my niggas dirty, see a nigga cutthroat

It’s Like 2: 30, call the product kids up

Get the utmost, up most

I’m gettin' head from the front do'

Front fo' nigga right here at your front door

Oh no, rhymes pass ya like Rondo

Switch the flow, can you hear me like some old phones

Hustle anything getting money 'til the Feds roll

Real shit nigga, all I do is eat foes

Slammin' on niggas like Onyx from the free throw

Flatbush born dead, nigga I’m a hero

And oh yeah hoes, man I got like zero

Tolerance for bullshit or ego

Took enough acid and I’m feeling like Neo

Niggas took my style, man I’m feeling kinda geeked though

Swag champ, twist a nigga up like some

Peep though, progression at its finest

Treat you so good cause you’re only what you’re lyin'

Your fire’s so quiet, they see through your mind and

Your iris, your eyelids, your eyes can’t define it

They hear when they want ya

Fear what they told ya

Reprogram yourself or I fear for your health

Program inhibition, I’m willing to ride

Few grams back-to-back let that sync in your mind

Rhyme right, rhyme tight, should’ve been signed twice

If this the outcome, I’m waiting on my next life

Roll the dice, motherfucker get your shit straight

Been great, flipping weight call me Triple H, yeah

Zombies we the shit man ya

Zombies we the Kliq man ya

Palm trees like a birthday

Ain’t nothing like the first day

Ain’t nothing like the first day

You could judge by the blunt by the terp taste

Know a nigga on a run on my worst day

See you stepping on my lawn leave the hearse way, yeah the hearse way

Ain’t nothing like the first day

You could judge by the blunt by the terp taste

Know a nigga on a run on my worst day

See you stepping on my lawn leave the hearse way, on the first day

Back to take the game, got my ice on brr

Back the fuck up, I got the Juice in here

You can’t compare, living like this can’t be real

Only talking if you’re only 'bout them M’s this year

All red looking like the prince is near

And the bitch with me looking like the baddest here

High as us, throw 'em off like a chandelier

Back-to-back smoking like I can’t be here

Yeah, back against the wall, me against the world

Battle to be fought, trying to hit the floor

Trying to hit the show, never let the

Hating on the boy, nigga been divorced

Straight up out the morgue

God damn, load the clips in the dollar van

Run up in the crib dog, feeling like bruh man

Coachella overseas feeling like Summer Jam

Master P all about it

Had to cut 'em off, see, feelin' like they can’t define me

Blowing in the wind on my RZA shit you can’t find me

Anyway the wind blows, Bohemian rap flows

These new niggas just hoe, like Jay-Z I change clothes

Terps taste like mango

Dope-in-the-vein flow

Coke-colored Kangol

Your main bitch, she get low

Out of site, out of mind

Niggas running out of time so they

Ain’t nothing like the first day

You could judge by the blunt by the terp taste

Know a nigga on a run on my worst day

See you stepping on my lawn leave the hearse way, yeah the hearse way

Ain’t nothing like the first day

You could judge by the blunt by the terp taste

Know a nigga on a run on my worst day

See you stepping on my lawn leave the hearse way, on the first day