DMX - Zombies (feat. Swizz Beatz, JAY-Z, Jadakiss, Nas) lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
[DMX - Zombies feat. Swizz Beatz, JAY-Z, Jadakiss, Nas lyrics]
Escobar Season returns let it burn
This that street shit nigga
Fuck that weak shit
This that street shit nigga
Fuck that weak shit
This that street shit nigga
Fuck that weak shit
This the bath-salts song
Motherfuckers act like Zombies when
It come on
It's that cut-throat, cut-throat, kill shit
Coke, weed, dealer shit, this that real shit
It's the business, a sponsor
Run up with your crew, cold as a monster
Yeah, they like me like that
Every girl I see wanna be wifey like that
I'm the King of Zamunda, uh
King of the Summer
Come be my Kardashian, King of the Come Up
Uh
To be loved, Shakespearean, experienced to be
Jumping off boats, hopping off another cliff
Every six months
I think I need a new bucket list
Yeah, I think I might need a harem
I'm way too much
Y'all can tell I'm a blessing
I'm feeling like a baron
All I need is a castle
Be my Halle Berry, all you need is a catsuit
All I need is Heaven, I don't want the hassle
God Bless the child that can
Hold his own act two
My instincts guide me through
This Curtis Blow culture good angel
Bad angel sittin' on both shoulders
Don't be trying to gas me, manipulate me
Tempt me, make me have no soul, so I had to
Mr tunnel
Better tuck your chain in, it's a warning
Goons swarming
This that street shit nigga
Fuck that weak shit
This that street shit nigga
Fuck that weak shit
This that street shit nigga
Fuck that weak shit
This the bath-salts song
Motherfuckers act like Zombies when
It come on
It's that cut-throat, cut-throat, kill shit
Coke, weed, dealer shit, this that real shit
Loyalty is something that you can
Never get enough of
Life’s a bitch, but you can’t snuff her
I'ma think about it
Shit is only getting rougher
So it's better niggas die than suffer
This that street shit nigga
Fuck that weak shit
This that street shit nigga
Fuck that weak shit
This that street shit nigga
Fuck that weak shit
This the bath-salts song
Motherfuckers act like Zombies when
It come on
It's that cut-throat, cut-throat, kill shit
Coke, weed, dealer shit, this that real shit
Shit pop off
We don't blow it up 'til we blow it up
Cats better slow it up
Y'all niggas know what's up
My niggas throw it up we all know that
In fact, niggas missing the action
Where are they at?
See, you niggas never really been ducked out
But got enough mouth to get snuffed
Out roof the rough route
We don't play around here, nigga, we're grown
Start applying pressure, give the dog a bone
I'm taking half it's just that simple
Or I can start popping niggas like pimples
I'ma let you call it, you ballin'
'Til you get hit with them hot things
Now you're staggering and fallin'
This that street shit nigga
Fuck that weak shit
This that street shit nigga
Fuck that weak shit
This that street shit nigga
Fuck that weak shit
This the bath-salts song
Motherfuckers act like Zombies when
It come on
It's that cut-throat, cut-throat, kill shit
Coke, weed, dealer shit, this that real shit
It's the business, a sponsor
Run up with your crew, cold as a monster
Yeah, they like me like that
Every girl I see wanna be wifey like that
I'm the King of Zamunda, uh
King of the Summer
Come be my Kardashian, King of the Come Up
Uh
To be loved, Shakespearean, experienced to be
Jumping off boats, hopping off another cliff
Every six months
I think I need a new bucket list
Yeah, I think I might need a harem
I'm way too much
Y'all can tell I'm a blessing
I'm feeling like a baron
All I need is a castle
Be my Halle Berry, all you need is a catsuit
All I need is Heaven, I don't want the hassle
God Bless the child that can
Hold his own act two
My instincts guide me through
This Curtis Blow culture good angel
Bad angel sittin' on both shoulders
Don't be trying to gas me, manipulate me
Tempt me, make me have no soul, so I had to
Mr tunnel
Better tuck your chain in, it's a warning
Goons swarming
This that street shit nigga
Fuck that weak shit
This that street shit nigga
Fuck that weak shit
This that street shit nigga
Fuck that weak shit
This the bath-salts song
Motherfuckers act like Zombies when
It come on
It's that cut-throat, cut-throat, kill shit
Coke, weed, dealer shit, this that real shit
Loyalty is something that you can
Never get enough of
Life’s a bitch, but you can’t snuff her
I'ma think about it
Shit is only getting rougher
So it's better niggas die than suffer
This that street shit nigga
Fuck that weak shit
This that street shit nigga
Fuck that weak shit
This that street shit nigga
Fuck that weak shit
This the bath-salts song
Motherfuckers act like Zombies when
It come on
It's that cut-throat, cut-throat, kill shit
Coke, weed, dealer shit, this that real shit
Shit pop off
We don't blow it up 'til we blow it up
Cats better slow it up
Y'all niggas know what's up
My niggas throw it up we all know that
In fact, niggas missing the action
Where are they at?
See, you niggas never really been ducked out
But got enough mouth to get snuffed
Out roof the rough route
We don't play around here, nigga, we're grown
Start applying pressure, give the dog a bone
I'm taking half it's just that simple
Or I can start popping niggas like pimples
I'ma let you call it, you ballin'
'Til you get hit with them hot things
Now you're staggering and fallin'