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

Money over on my headstone
lies young nigga gettin' paid
Never a loss on my headstone
Only take a L when I'm it
Zombie gang three on my headstone
Been from the cradle to the grave
Now your favorite rapper on a headstone
Too already dead

Imagine when you're thirty thousand feet up you think of?
Boy, I knowin' that 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
Swear I came from the bottom, livin', walkin' dead on
Put favorite rapper's name up on a headstone
Biggie Big for the cheese and dead wrong
Propaganda set the in the terrordome

I hit it doggystyle, she throw it back, yeah, I'm born to
It's dark and Hell is hot so me where I'm at
I'm livin' how I wanna, no reasonable
clear 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 in my diary this art of war
I'm feelin' infamous, immortal my technique
A revolutionary shinin', diamond teeth
Don Cartagena, excuse my demeanor, this the glamour life
You still not a player, you ain't half as
I'm born again, life death, I made the sacrifice
I'm supa dupa fly, Juicy keep hypnotized
I said my name is Juice, most
no half-steppin', see you at tha crossroads

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

It was written in the children's story, 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, presidents, drop a gem on 'em
Hell on earth, the last dayz, throw ya guns up
Get money, Quiet Storm, havin' suicidal
For the C.R.E.A.M,
For the money, all the green is the
I'm a playa on the late night tip, triple six
She the prototype, Tip drill, kiss her
Resevoir Dogs, check the score, shit
Blackout, can I live? Hellrazor, still me
Kiss of death, and ya neck
Three boys in a Cadillac, Gravediggaz
Kiss of death, and ya neck, shame on a nigga
dope boys in a Cadillac, Gravediggaz

Put money over bitches on my
Here lies young gettin' paper
Never take a on my headstone
Only take a L when I'm it
Zombie gang times on my headstone
Been thuggin' from the cradle to the
Now your favorite rapper name on a
Too already dead

Right now I'm on the edge (so push me)
since '96 (you a shook one)
Breath easy, know the ledge (I'm pusha)
that? I smell pussy

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,
Ain't a nann this explosive
Coast shit (blat-blat!) reloaded
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 cover
Earth, skrt skrt, back, give me one more chance
They say Jesus walks and the Devil wear
But I'm so, so deaf, God can't tell me
this on my death certificate, I gave you power
21 questions, like who ya? I shot ya!
Warning, watch them niggas flashin' papparazi
Two words, bitches, get money
Tonight's da night, guess who's back on my
Rather unique, I a shot in Bucktown
This firearm silencer on, that quiet
T-O-N-Y—top of New with a pitchfork