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

Money bitches on my headstone
lies young nigga gettin' paid
Never take a loss on my
Only a L when 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 thirty thousand feet up what you think of?
Boy, I hated knowin' that my thoughts a dream
'Cause I never knew I'd get my chance to up
Boy, I tell you, all of unusual to me
Swear I came from the bottom, Flatbush livin', walkin' on
Put your rapper's 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 on me, 400 degrees
Who am I? Ruthless, does it
The chronic in public, hate it or love it
The underdogs, liquid swords
It was written in my this art of war
I'm feelin' infamous, immortal with my
A revolutionary shinin', with teeth
Young Don Cartagena, my demeanor, this the glamour life
You not a player, you ain't half 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 over bitches on my headstone
Here lies nigga gettin' paper
Never take a on my headstone
Only take an L when I'm it
Zombie gang three times on my
Been thuggin' from the to the grave
Now your favorite rapper name on a
Too late—he already

It was written in the story, that life's a bitch
So what'cha want? Everyday I struggle it
Only God can judge me slippin', I'm big pimpin'
Though the genesis, dead presidents, a gem on 'em
Hell on earth, these the last dayz, ya guns up
Get money, Quiet Storm, havin' thoughts
For the C.R.E.A.M,
For the money, all the is the lemonade
I'm a playa on the night tip, shorty triple six
She the prototype, Tip drill, kiss her
Resevoir Dogs, check the score, ignorant
Blackout, can I Hellrazor, still feel me
of death, and protect 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 bitches on my headstone
Here lies young nigga paper
Never take a on my headstone
take a L when I'm smokin' it
Zombie gang three on my headstone
Been from the cradle to the grave
Now your favorite rapper name on a
Too late—he already

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

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