Zombies

[Intro: Nas]

Escobar Season returns

Let it burn

[Hook x2: Swizz Beatz & Nas]

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

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]

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

[Verse 2: Nas]

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

[Hook x2: Swizz Beatz & Nas]

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

[Verse 3: Jadakiss]

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

[Hook x2: Swizz Beatz & Nas]

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

[Verse 4: DMX]

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'