New World Order - Flatbush Zombies

New world order

New world order

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New world order

All the homies say I’m brain dead

Amen, smoke weed, talk shit

All these rappers be on pain meds

So why should I give a fuck how they feel?

Heard you don’t even gang bang

But you’re twistin' up the fingers in the flicks

Know you gotta have the good aim

When you’re shootin' from the whip

New world order, baby baby

Please work smarter instead of harder

That new world order, the world is mine

So why the fuck would I give you a portion?

New world order, no calm shit

Revolvin', bust guns that start riots

Booty so round and soft, I left a palm print

I’m Schwarzenegger, black leather, shotty under armpit

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Everything kosher 'til a nigga call the squad up

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Let me see you snitchin' best pretend that you saw nothin'

New world order (New world order)

Everything kosher 'til a nigga call the squad up

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Rebel with no cause, homie welcome to the slaughter

Ain’t no rivalry, ain’t no hide and seek

Bang bang, rather you than me

Another rapper, just a bunch of chatter

Come ride my wave 'til the boat sink

My lifestyle gets unusual

We Terp talk, you know the usual

It’s in my blood, it’s in my heart

You niggas out here dressin' like some thots

I’m really out here eatin' with some Rastas

Your baby girl slurp me like some pasta

Hotel looking like a trap house

The tour bus looking like a frat house

I like the way she walkin' with her ass out

She couldn’t get me on the phone so she mad now

Call up AK, nigga, bring the bands out

It’s a new world order, we the gang now

New world order (New world order)

Everything kosher 'til a nigga call the squad up

New world order (New world order)

Let me see you snitchin' best pretend that you saw nothin'

New world order (New world order)

Everything kosher 'til a nigga call the squad up

New world order (New world order)

Rebel with no cause, homie welcome to the slaughter

You know we make history

Burn you like hickory, niggas ain’t shit to me

I bench you offend you, it’s mental, I bend you

Shit is so raw, you can’t read it on your Kindle

Strictly on the mental, slice face, ginsu

On some Heath Ledger shit, smash face, pencil

Copying my stencil, soaking up the swag that I exude

So excuse, this my next move

All the best do their own stunts

I’m going harder on these cold fronts

Roll blunts, kickin' back where the crows hunt

Most stunts see the vapor when I smoke one

Head up in the clouds, never seen my nose run

Don’t front, not a nigga you could post on

Something for that ass, and a glass you can toast on

Boy, he got the scope on and he raisin' both arms

Can’t keep it concealed, know he gotta show gun

New world order (New world order)

Everything kosher 'til a nigga call the squad up

New world order (New world order)

Let me see you snitchin' best pretend that you saw nothin'

New world order (New world order)

Everything kosher 'til a nigga call the squad up

New world order (New world order)

Rebel with no cause, homie welcome to the slaughter

New world order

New world order

New world order

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