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Victory,
on my neck—Mr. T
Victory,
Gang reppin' that NYC
Victory,
Ice round my neck I'm Lil Weezy
We run this shit a pair of cleats
hell on earth but this where I be

Money bitches on my headstone
Here lies young nigga paid
take a loss on my headstone
Only take a L I'm smokin' it
Zombie gang three times on my
Been thuggin' the cradle to the grave
Now your favorite rapper name on a
Too already dead

Imagine when you're thirty thousand feet up what you of?
Boy, I hated knowin' my thoughts deterred a dream
'Cause I never knew I'd get my chance to up
Boy, I tell you, all of this to me
I came from the bottom, Flatbush livin', walkin' dead on
Put your favorite name up on a headstone
Biggie Big for the cheese and you're dead
Propaganda set the standards in the

I hit it doggystyle, she it back, yeah, I'm born to mack
It's dark and Hell is hot so me where I'm at
I'm livin' how I wanna, no doubt
It's clear to see, all eyez on me, 400
Who am I? Ruthless, Eazy it
The chronic smoke in public, hate it or it
The underdogs, with liquid
It was written in my diary art of war
I'm feelin' infamous, immortal my technique
A revolutionary shinin', with teeth
Don Cartagena, excuse my demeanor, this the glamour life
You still not a player, you ain't as nice
I'm again, life after death, I made the sacrifice
I'm supa dupa fly, Juicy keep them
I said my is Juice, AmeriKKKa's most
no half-steppin', see you at tha crossroads

Put over bitches on my headstone
Here young nigga gettin' paper
Never take a loss on my
Only take an L when I'm it
gang three times on my headstone
Been from the cradle to the grave
Now your favorite rapper on a headstone
Too late—he dead

It was written in the story, that life's a bitch
So what'cha want? I struggle with it
Only God can judge me slippin', I'm infinitely big
Though the genesis, dead presidents, a gem on 'em
Hell on earth, these the last dayz, throw ya up
Get money, Storm, havin' suicidal thoughts
For the C.R.E.A.M,
For the money, all the is the lemonade
I'm a on the late night tip, shorty triple six
She the prototype, Tip drill, her fingertips
Resevoir Dogs, the score, ignorant shit
Blackout, can I Hellrazor, still feel me
Kiss of death, and protect ya
Three dope in a Cadillac, Gravediggaz
of death, and protect ya neck, shame on a nigga
Three dope boys in a Cadillac,

Put money bitches on my headstone
Here lies young nigga gettin'
Never take a loss on my
Only take a L I'm smokin' it
Zombie gang three on my headstone
Been thuggin' from the to the grave
Now your favorite name on a headstone
Too late—he already

now I'm on the edge (so don't push me)
Troublesome '96 (you a shook one)
easy, know the ledge (I'm your pusha)
What's I smell pussy

Let me my guns, um, hm
Five, four, three, two, one, run!
Hi, my is Durt Cobain
a pimp, here I go, 'til the next, episode
Ain't a nann nigga this
Coast shit (blat-blat!) reloaded
Fuck them niggas, ride or die for my niggas
Strictly 4 my niggas, survival of the
Woop-woop! That's the sound of the police, I'm in deep
Earth, skrt skrt, lean back, give me one more
They say walks and the Devil wear Prada
But I'm so, so deaf, God can't me nothing
Write this on my certificate, I gave you power
21 questions, who shot ya? I shot ya!
Warning, watch them flashin' lights papparazi
Two words, bitches, get money
Tonight's da night, guess back on my block
Rather unique, I lick a shot in
This firearm silencer on, quiet storm
T-O-N-Y—top of New York a pitchfork