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Gee Watts
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Zombie Juice Freestyle
(Hook)
She just want it real, aha
Banged up, I'm knowin' that you feel one
Come on, girl, lets build some'
You now rockin' with the real one
I sold fool for thot, got rushed by pops
Always been in the block buildin' the block
I'm all they got
Absorb shots, I'm the lido with the dope set
Needle with that cold pack, no luck, just sold reps
Droppin' game on a Jessy mission, jump to permission
Anything prez run up to engagement
That's hip-hop, kids look cause they momma love it
Behold, but I'm sober minded, so I'm not a druggy
Our scue boys give 'em souls then they move abstract song
I do what the top dawgs do, that can't dodge yo type,
I'm bout to save in, that nigga save yo momma cop
Yack yack, wash-up, nigga, control versus them pulling their curses
Love like candy wrap, emotion on purpose
These niggas out here like to air like a minute flee
And they phoney from what's in yo chest to the Mardy Grip
I read the script so I pull a spank on
Call it how I see it, cause fakin' ain't neva take you far, eh
This 1-2, nice, no luck when I touch mikes
You fucked if I choose to write, you stuck, homie, aight?
Outta sight, outta mind, outta body, outta prime
Level that I'm on bring sight to the blind
Level that I'm on raise the dead when I rhyme
I wrote this years ago, see, a timer's in my mind
(Verse)
I don't like stuntin', but fuck it, cause women love it
Pool up in a bucket that making them sick to they stomach
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And befo' I run it, Chris Brown nice shit
Crazy normal it, dump it, courtesy of yo right wrist
You tight bitch, my energy just like my sixth friend
Insist, stick around and pro'ly push yo shit in
A whole brick when you shoot yo shot,
My shit wet like a zombie shot, straight dope, nigga
(Hook x2)
She just want it real, aha
Banged up, I'm knowin' that you feel one
Come on, girl, lets build some'
You now rockin' with the real one
(Verse)
All these twenty thugs in the mix of autobox
But I'm fightin' cases, stick and outer bodies
Yo girl grillin', I'll go steal it from yo outta box
Get these niggas swear me fo' it, bet I'll put you in a box
Send the block boars live from the beast belly
The streets sang this sad song, murder be the medley
I'm boning papers, so I stay puffin' these black sif
Stress and paranoia, combination, hella death
Remember beggin' on the work on some temp service
This ten purchase had a back on this ten verges
She say she love the way I walk and the way I talk
Move with intelligent hearts, be just how the wolves talk
We can all Fallout, boy, I'll rock you and yo family
Told you befo, 9 outta 10 niggas Ghandi
Holy gobble like a guitar, lost my keneth drum
Roll on yo line, just like the drumline
These suckas roll on twelve basis, it's where they roll the trip
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