U&I

[Intro: DIA] Don't be anxious or impatient Cause I, I wanna hold you close and never let go [Bridge: Zombie Juice] Yeah, she said, "Baby, don't go" But you and I got to be for you and I This that do or die, "Po Pimp" shit, recordin' in the 'Stuy And I get so high that I forgot 'bout last night, right Yeah, she said, "Baby, don't go" But you and I got to be for you and I This that do or die, "Po Pimp" shit, recordin' in the 'Stuy And I get so high that I forgot 'bout last night, right [Chorus: Erick the Architect & (Zombie Juice)] In a world (in a world) full of thieves (full of thieves) We see diamonds (we see diamonds) we see keys (we see keys) If the issue (if the issue) talk to me (talk to me) If I miss you (If I miss you) it's cause you're deep (it's cause you're deep) In a world (in a world) full of thieves (full of thieves) We see diamonds (we see diamonds) we see keys (we see keys) If the issue (if the issue) talk to me (talk to me) If I miss you (If I miss you) it's cause you're deep (it's cause you're deep) [Verse 1: Erick the Architect] Ooh, I say we struggle, it's hard livin', streets have been unforgivin' Smoke weed, hold deep conversations with winners 'Cause these my brothers, love 'em to death Written in stone, so when I'm gone, they 'uggin' our breath Don't frequent Hell, Gorillaz pin on lapel There's six grams in the blunt, on a mission to find myself Growin' and breakin' ties, cryin' and savin' lives Couldn't be discontent, temptation arrives [Verse 2: Zombie Juice] Yeah, I'm patiently waiting But I don't really give a fuck if we ain't in your rotation I put the heart up on this bitch and can't nobody take it Brooklyn niggas, we take it, Flatbush baby, gon' make it Check it, but these my brothers, love 'em to death Written in stone, until I'm gone, we puffin' the death No concern, nah, compare us, how? Cool milli off the merch, SoundScan's shuttin' down now [Verse 3: Erick the Architect] I put the bread down on something I wanted for years If my brother need some money, man I prol'ly sell that shit, hey Break it into pieces, ooh, wow; there it is Brothers make real beats, bomb lyricist Brothers look the other way, nothing come to trouble mate This is why I love you dog, I'm smokin' at your mama's crib My brother not a local, my brother travel continents No need to find a hotel, my brothers got the couch and shit [Verse 4: Meechy Darko] Deborah's only son, he was conceived in King's County That was '89, by '92 he was already rowdy Misunderstood since he crawled out the womb, the only child And his mama workin' three jobs One was dealin' with drama 'cause I was wildin' He used to rarely see his father They separated, couldn't keep his dick in his pajamas 'Cause he was out there hustlin', tryna be a provider Tryna turn a pretty penny into a million dollars They tell you 'bout my family, that bipolar disorder And due to karma, my first youngin' gon' be a daughter When I was five, I told my mom I wanted to die Then we cried, the crazy shit, man, it wasn't a lie Man, this life, is filled with stress So much oppressed, call New York City "9" I sit alone and reflect, took me twenty-eight years to realize that I'm blessed Aunt Pam died from cancer, I quit them cigarettes Weight of world on my shoulders, I just finished my reps All addicted to drugs, we all addicted to sex Feelin' so self-destructive, like I'm clingin' to death Took my five-digit check and copped some bigger baguettes Took a look at my ring, finger charm on my neck Still in touch with myself, that flashy shit won't prevail I really shoppin' for happiness, but that shit ain't for sale But if you don’t show 'em, then they won't think you do it well I heard that blood's thicker than them Atlanta strippers But these my brothers, ain't got real brothers to know the difference And, Erick, if I could, I'd give your mama my kidney 'Cause she my mama, too, I promise you I ride for my niggas, die for my niggas Load .45 (Rah-rah!), pull homicide for my niggas Word up, 'cause you my brothers, love 'em to death Written in stone, I take my heart and rip it out my chest To prove to you that it's Zombie Gang, rotten flesh That's to the death, nigga, no more, nothin' less True, indeed, Juice, if you ever off or bleed I'm takin' care of your seed, even if that means millions in fees for custody She wildin' out in court, I'm like, "Give that bitch what she needs" (Order in the court!) "Judge, please" (Order!) I guess I still got a lot to maturin' to do I know we still got a whole lot of world tourin' to do The game is supposed to be locked in, I leak through Like a real bad pussy pad, watch me seep through, ew It's Darky, baby, a whole different hue My grand-daddy got eight balls, come and get a cue I come from the struggle, motherfucker, get a clue Headshot, red dot, now make a move [Chorus: Erick the Architect & (Zombie Juice)] In a world (in a world) full of thieves (full of thieves) We see diamonds (we see diamonds) we see keys (we see keys) If the issue (if the issue) talk to me (talk to me) If I miss you (If I miss you) it's cause you're deep (it's cause you're deep) In a world (in a world) full of thieves (full of thieves) We see diamonds (we see diamonds) we see keys (we see keys) If the issue (if the issue) talk to me (talk to me) If I miss you (If I miss you) it's cause you're deep (it's cause you're deep) [Outro: Erick the Architect] When I used to rock the long fade [?] Knotty dreads swingin', [?] [?] [Produced by Erick the Architect]