[Verse 1: Meech]
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Get M-E-T-H-O-D, Drought 3 Dwayne Carter
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With a splash of Busta's craft and a hint of Big Papa
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Little dash of Nasty Nas, top it off with Bob Marley
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Throw em' all in a blender and I'm what the fuck you get
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And imagine that like a figment
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I'm a walking talking enigma
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Something you never figure
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I am like Randy Savage on acid
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That's very vibrant and classic
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A walking disaster hazard to any rapper
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That¡¯s rappin, we the underground killas
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But globally they feel us cause we restoring the feeling
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This guru spit voodoo yes
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I am that mass appealing, I'm feeling up on her breasts
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She swallowing all my children (Ha!)
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Rack in my mouth teeth made of gold
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I'm sucking the areolas my nigga the best of both
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Double entendre
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And if they auctioning niggas then I'm the top product
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What am I saying they used to auction our forefathers
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Where is my mind shit I can't find it
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Like looking for remote control after smoking marijuana
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How is he so niggerish yet so enlightened
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It can't be possible he livin' everything he rhymin'
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I feel like we entered the game at remarkable timing
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[Hook: Juice]
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Broke niggas only make jokes niggas
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I made more than I can fit in this quote nigga
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Quote nigga, we the hope nigga
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Flatbush Zombie muthafucka, we the hope nigga
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Hope Nigga, hope Nigga
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Flatbush Zombie muthafucka we the hope nigga
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Hope Nigga, hope Nigga
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Flatbush Zombie muthafucka we the hope nigga
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[Verse 2: Erick]
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I assemble sentences so I can reap the benefits
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And I never see my nemesis but I'm working on my penmanship
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I counted many blessings, stressing women, nothing less of winning
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If I'm talking shit, shit man I'm only kidding
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Sitting on the sphere, Earth is spinning, persevere
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2012 is here still a different kind of fear
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It's material and I ain't talkin fashion
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Believe in what you want cause no one knows to seem what happens
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Ya bastards
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Since I smoked the cohiba, I'm evil
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Zombies be competition, six feet deep beneath your people
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Only illegal amounts of the medicine'll get you in a bind
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I already got your heart, girl I wanna fuck your mind
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But since I came, developed my name, the author oughta slap you hard
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I never drop the acid, bruh I'm trippy as fuck
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Because I'd rather knock it down instead of picking you up
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So cut the ash right through the diamond, my hair wrapped up like a shaman
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Juice]
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Cruising down the street, ain't got a 6-4
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Just a heart full of pride, a mouth full of gold
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Corny baby mama knocking at my front do'
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She just want my (income), I'd rather get my (dick sucked)
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I be that Z-O-M-B, shawty don't tempt me
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Leather on, Fonzirelli, piss on women, R. Kelly
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Smashing bitches in the telly, passing swishers rolled up with me
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Trippy is as trippy does, catch me smoking potent cuz
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Having visions of Mason Betha coming back
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Spitting crack, contemplating how we living under Satan
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Discriminating and hating, this ain't rap
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I call it food for the savoring
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What's your craving, Na-not for paparazzi the most
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Incredible dope, feta, cheddar the revenue
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Never seen federal, gotta stay 'head of the revenue
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Love my medical hating niggas disguised as friends
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I see the lies, wannabes, little G's
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Peep A-P-C's, I'm a G-O-D
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Rep the N-Y-C, we got U-N-I, T-Y
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It's time y'all get off my N-U-T-Z's, please
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I got the scoop, ain't that about a bitch
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Take a flick with the microphone ripper, grave digger
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Hairy black ball nigga - sicker than your average
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Twisting dank, fucking hoes on the kitchen sank
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What you thank?
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[Hook]
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MRAZ
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Flatbush Zombies |