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Plug Addicts (With RZA)

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Yeah, uh

Plug addicts, they love rappin' with me
Zombie Gag my regime, we duck the traffic of these
So I'm chasin' the speed, another slap on my knee
Somehow I chose this rappin', instead of wrappin' the key
MAC in the Jeep, my shit intact, so we tap with our feet
Rather you meet the craft and this immaculate beat
Blast with the heat, impact with this accuracy
Last one to sleep, just imagine what'd happened to me
Factory made back to the graves and they microwave
And type of shit that make a nigga turn to micro wave
And type of shit that make a nigga take your lifе away
Live now or die today, 'cause wе ain't used to holidays
We ain't used to common place
We ain't got no common sense
We ain't got no confidence
Fuck a nine-to-five, a nigga worth the length of monuments
Lyin' hard, the tiger face
Henny, corner, time and place, Architect the time it takes
And they see me out of state, and globally we out of space

Wait up Arc, hold up, wait, never in a sober state
Hundred K, we hold the date, I understand we overtake
Zombie Juice [?] , we got more dough to make
Darko nigga, hold the weight
Floor colder than the coldest states
Triple OG piece, break a fuckin' shoulder blade
Stains glidin' like niggas upon the rollerblades

Killin' you niggas, pass the shovel, I'm diggin' ya bitches
Pitiful, I leave you critical under one condition
I do my doggy off the roof, he wouldn't fetch my paper
Black Rambo-ing like he [?] mad coat
That's not love, Glock tucked
Shootin' slowmo just like John Wu flicks
White dogs, black gloves, cut the tongues off loose lips
Piss on your grave, suck your mudda, I give two shits
Might rob your favorite rapper, mama need for her new whip
Never was a little nigga, signed my own permission slips
And acid hits by sunrise, nigga, that's the day trip
Close your eyes and imagine if niggas lived out
Just exactly what they rappin' and you'd have to stand out
What would you press your vinyl package in?
[?] rapper face and tellin' shawty "Keep the change"
I can not be tamed

This a murder scene, turn this shit
I'm in the passenger, my bitch drunk, she feelin' good
Smellin' sweet like lavender
I got a body in the trunk, had to check for cameras
And the weed was kinda skunk
Hope we don't get stopped for nothin'
See the cops, we gotta run
Put the pedal to the floor, got a shotgun and a sword
We can hack him into pieces, burn them up, buried in feces
Black suit like John Wick, she got the braid like Tomb Raider
I check the news, we targets, interviews with our neighbors
Hope we make it out the state before they setup checkpoints
Ain't tryna see them big gates, won't let them take me alive
And if you snitch on me bitch, I hope it eat you alive
Text abuela, we'll see 'em in mañana, don't worry nana
Can't use our credit cards, 'cause they track all the places
But we runnin' out of gas and we can't hide our faces
"Shit, you seen them blue lights? "
She said "Don't think we can make it"
Shots fired, woke up on a hospital bed
Enemy in the state, cop killer what they said

Plug addicts, they love rappin' with me

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