DMX — 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'