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

over bitches on my headstone
Here lies nigga gettin' paid
Never take a loss on my
take a L when I'm smokin' it
Zombie three times on my headstone
thuggin' from the cradle to the grave
Now your favorite rapper on a headstone
Too late—he already

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 to link up
Boy, I tell you, all of unusual to me
I came from the bottom, Flatbush livin', walkin' dead on
Put favorite rapper's name up on a headstone
Biggie Big for the cheese and you're wrong
set the standards in the terrordome

I hit it doggystyle, she throw it back, yeah, I'm to mack
It's dark and Hell is hot so leave me I'm at
I'm how I wanna, no reasonable doubt
It's to see, all eyez on me, 400 degrees
Who am I? Ruthless, does it
The chronic smoke in public, hate it or it
The underdogs, with swords
It was written in my diary art of war
I'm feelin' infamous, with my technique
A revolutionary shinin', diamond teeth
Young Don Cartagena, excuse my demeanor, the glamour life
You still not a player, you ain't as nice
I'm born again, life 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 money bitches on my headstone
Here lies nigga gettin' paper
Never a loss on my headstone
Only take an L when I'm it
Zombie gang times on my headstone
thuggin' from the cradle to the grave
Now your rapper name on a headstone
Too late—he dead

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

Put money over on my headstone
Here young nigga gettin' paper
Never take a on my headstone
Only a L when I'm smokin' it
Zombie gang three on my headstone
Been thuggin' from the to the grave
Now favorite rapper name on a headstone
Too late—he dead

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

Let me my guns, um, hm
Five, four, three, two, one, run!
Hi, my name is Cobain
Like a pimp, here I go, 'til the next,
Ain't a nann nigga explosive
Beast Coast shit (blat-blat!)
Fuck them other niggas, or die for my niggas
Strictly 4 my niggas, of the fittest
Woop-woop! That's the sound of the police, I'm in deep
Earth, skrt skrt, lean back, give me one chance
They say Jesus walks and the Devil Prada
But I'm so, so deaf, God can't me nothing
Write on my death certificate, I gave you power
21 questions, who shot ya? I shot ya!
Warning, them niggas flashin' lights papparazi
Two words, fuck bitches, get
Tonight's da night, guess who's back on my
Rather unique, I lick a in Bucktown
This firearm on, that quiet storm
of New York with a pitchfork