Plug Addicts
RZA
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Plug Addicts - Single
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[Intro: Erick the Architect] Yeah, uh [Verse 1: Erick the Architect] Plug addicts, they love rappin' with me Zombie Gang my regime, we duck the traffic of Ds So I'm chasin' the speed, another slap on my knee Somehow I chose this rappin' instead of wrappin' a ki' Mackin' the G, my shit intact, so we tap with our feet Rather unique, RZA craft this immaculate beat Blast with the heat, impact with this accuracy Last one to sleep, just imagine what happened to me Factory made, back to the graves and they microwave The type of shit that make a nigga turn the mic away The type of shit that make a nigga take your life away Live now or diе today, 'cause we ain't used to holidays Wе 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 Lion-hearted, tiger face Any corner, time and place, Architect the time it takes Inner city, out of state and globally we out of space [Verse 2: RZA] Wait up Arc, hold up, wait, never in a sober state Hundred K, we hold the date, I understand we overtake Zombie Juice coordinate, we got more dough to make Darko nigga, hold the weight, flow colder than Dakota states Triple OG, beats break a fuckin' shoulder blade Strings glidin' like niggas upon a rollerblade [Verse 3: Meechy Darko] Killin' you niggas, pass the shovel, I'm diggin' your ditches Pitiful, I leave you critical under one condition I threw my doggy off the roof, he wouldn't fetch my paper Black Rambo in Nike vandals, expand coke, that's not love Glock tucked, shootin' slow-motion like John Wu flicks White doves, 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 rims for her new whip Never was a little nigga, signed my own permission slips The acid hits by sunrise, nigga, that's a day trip Close your eyes and imagine if niggas lived out Just exactly what they rappin' and you'd have to stand out By what you press on vinyl packagin' Buck-forty a rapper face and tell his shorty, "Keep the change" I can not be tamed [Verse 4: Zombie Juice] This a murder scene, turn this shit to (AHHHH!) 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 shovel and a sword We can hack him into pieces, burn him 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 you 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 of the state, cop killer what they said [Outro: Erick The Architect] Plug addicts, they love rappin' with me