U And I Chords & Lyrics - Flatbush Zombies

[Intro: DIA]
N.C.
Don't be anxious or impatient
N.C.
Cause I, I wanna hold you close and never let go

[Bridge: Zombie Juice]
[Dm] Yeah, she said, "B[C]aby, don't go"
But you and [Bb]I got to be for you and [A]I
This that do or d[Dm]ie, Po Pimp shit, rec[C]ordin' in the 'Stuy
And I g[Bb]et so high that I forg[A]ot 'bout last night, right
[Dm] Yeah, she said, "B[C]aby, don't go"
But you and [Bb]I got to be for you and [A]I
This that do or d[Dm]ie, Po Pimp shit, rec[C]ordin' in the 'Stuy
And I g[Bb]et so high that I forg[A]ot 'bout last night, right

[Chorus: Erick Arc Elliott & (Zombie Juice)]
In a w[Dm]orld (in a world) full of th[C]ieves (full of thieves)
We see d[Bb]iamonds (we see diamonds) we see k[A]eys (we see keys)
If the is[Dm]sue (if the issue) talk to [C]me (talk to me)
If I m[Bb]iss you (If I miss you) it's cause you're d[A]eep (it's cause you're deep)
In a w[Dm]orld (in a world) full of th[C]ieves (full of thieves)
We see d[Bb]iamonds (we see diamonds) we see k[A]eys (we see keys)
If the is[Dm]sue (if the issue) talk to [C]me (talk to me)
If I m[Bb]iss you (If I miss you) it's cause you're d[A]eep (it's cause you're deep)

[Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliott]
Ooh, I say we str[Dm]uggle, it's hard l[C]ivin', streets have been unforg[Bb]ivin'
Smoke weed, hold[A] deep conversations with w[Dm]inners
'Cause these my brothers,[C] love 'em to death
Written [Bb]in stone, so when I'm g[A]one, they 'uggin' our breath[Dm]
Don't frequent Hell, Gor[C]illaz pin on lapel
There's s[Bb]ix grams in the blunt, on a m[A]ission to find myself
Gr[Dm]owin' and breakin' ties, cr[C]yin' and savin' lives
Couldn[Bb]'t be discontent, t[A]emptation arrives

[Verse 2: Zombie Juice]
[Dm] Yeah, I'm p[C]atiently waiting
But I don't re[Bb]ally give a fuck if we a[A]in't in your rotation
I put the he[Dm]art up on this bitch and can't n[C]obody take it
Brooklyn n[Bb]iggas, we take it, Flatbush b[A]aby, gon' make it
Check it,[Dm] but these my brothers,[C] love 'em to death
Written [Bb]in stone, until I'm g[A]one, we puffin' the death
[Dm] No concern, na[C]h, compare us, how?
Cool m[Bb]illi off the merch, SoundSc[A]an's shuttin' down now

[Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliott]
I p[Dm]ut the bread down on something [C]I wanted for years
If my br[Bb]other need some money, man I pr[A]ol'ly sell that shit, hey
Br[Dm]eak it into pieces, ooh, w[C]ow; there it is
Br[Bb]others make real beats, b[A]omb lyricist
Br[Dm]others look the other way, n[C]othing come to trouble mate
Th[Bb]is is why I love you dog, sm[A]okin' at your mama's crib
My br[Dm]other not a local, my br[C]other travel continents
No n[Bb]eed to find a hotel, my br[A]others got the couch and shit

[Verse 4: Meechy Darko + sample]
D[Dm]ebra's only son, he was conc[C]eived in King's County
That was '[Bb]89, by '92 he w[A]as already rowdy
Mis[Dm]understood since he crawled out the w[C]omb, the only child
And his m[Bb]omma workin' three jobs, on[A]e was dealin' with drama
'Cause [Dm]I was wildin', he used to r[C]arely see his father
They s[Bb]eperated, couldn't keep his d[A]ick in his pajamas
Because [Dm]he was out there hustlin', tr[C]yin' to be a provider
Tryin' to t[Bb]urn a pretty penny int[A]o a million dollars
They t[Dm]ell you 'bout my family, that b[C]ipolar disorder
And d[Bb]ue to karma, my first y[A]oungin’ gon’ be a daughter
When [Dm]I was 5, I told my m[C]om I wanted to die
Then we cr[Bb]y, the crazy shit, m[A]an, it wasn’t a lie
Man, this l[Dm]ife, is filled with str[C]ess
So much oppr[Bb]essed, call New York City "[A]9"
I sit alone and refl[Dm]ect, took me 28 ye[C]ars to realize that I'm bl[Bb]essed
Aunt Pam died from c[A]ancer; I quit them cigar[Dm]ettes
Weight of world on my sh[C]oulder—I just finished my r[Bb]eps
All addicted to dr[A]ugs, we all addicted to s[Dm]ex
Feelin' so self-destr[C]uctive, like I’m clingin' to d[Bb]eath
Took my five-digit ch[A]eck and copped some bigger bague[Dm]ttes
Took a look at my r[C]ing, finger charm on my n[Bb]eck
Still in touch with mys[A]elf, that flashy shit won't prev[Dm]ail
I really be shopping for h[C]appiness, but that shit ain't for s[Bb]ale
But if you don’t sh[A]ow ‘em then they won’t think you do it w[Dm]ell
I h[Dm]eard that blood's thicker than th[C]em Atlanta strippers
But th[Bb]ese my brothers, I ain't got real br[A]others to know the difference
And, [Dm]Erick, if I could, I'd gi[C]ve your mama my kidney
'Cause s[Bb]he my momma, too, I pr[A]omise you
I r[Dm]ide for my niggas, d[C]ie for my niggas
Load .4-5 (Rah-[Bb]rah!) pull homic[A]ide for my niggas
Word up[Dm] , 'cause you my brothers,[C] love 'em to death
Written [Bb]in stone, I take my h[A]eart and rip it out my chest
[Dm] To prove to you that it's Z[C]ombie Gang, rotten flesh
[Bb] That's to the death, nigga—[A]no more, nothing less
True, ind[Dm]eed, Juice, if you e[C]ver off or bleed
I'm takin' [Bb]care of your seeds, even [A]if that means millions in f[Dm]ees for custody
She w[C]ildin' out on court, I’m like, "G[Bb]ive that bitch what she needs."
("Order in the court!")[A] Judge, please ("Order!")
I g[Dm]uess I still got alot to mat[C]urin' to do
I kn[Bb]ow we still got a whole l[A]ot of world tourin' to do
This g[Dm]ame is supposed to be locked in[C] , I leak through
Like a r[Bb]eal bad pussy pad, w[A]atch me seep through
[Dm]Ooh, it’s Darky, baby; a w[C]hole different hue
My gr[Bb]and-daddy got 8 balls; c[A]ome and get a cue
[Dm] I come from the struggle, moth[C]erfucker, get a clue
[Bb] Headshot, red dot, now m[A]ake a move

[Chorus: Erick Arc Elliott & (Zombie Juice)]
In a w[Dm]orld (in a world) full of th[C]ieves (full of thieves)
We see d[Bb]iamonds (we see diamonds) we see k[A]eys (we see keys)
If the is[Dm]sue (if the issue) talk to [C]me (talk to me)
If I m[Bb]iss you (If I miss you) it's cause you're d[A]eep (it's cause you're deep)
In a w[Dm]orld (in a world) full of th[C]ieves (full of thieves)
We see d[Bb]iamonds (we see diamonds) we see k[A]eys (we see keys)
If the is[Dm]sue (if the issue) talk to [C]me (talk to me)
If I m[Bb]iss you (If I miss you) it's cause you're d[A]eep (it's cause you're deep)