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

over bitches on my headstone
Here lies young gettin' paid
take a loss on my headstone
Only a L when I'm smokin' it
gang three times on my headstone
Been thuggin' from the cradle to the
Now favorite rapper name on a headstone
Too late—he already

Imagine when you're thirty thousand up what you think of?
Boy, I hated knowin' that my thoughts deterred a
'Cause I never knew I'd get my chance to up
Boy, I you, all of this unusual to me
Swear I came the bottom, Flatbush livin', walkin' dead on
Put your rapper's name up on a headstone
Biggie Big for the and you're dead wrong
Propaganda set the in the terrordome

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

Put money over on my headstone
Here young nigga gettin' paper
Never take a loss on my
take an L when I'm smokin' it
Zombie gang three times on my
Been thuggin' the cradle to the grave
Now favorite rapper name 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 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, suicidal thoughts
For the C.R.E.A.M,
For the money, all the green is the
I'm a playa on the late night tip, shorty six
She the prototype, Tip drill, kiss her
Resevoir Dogs, check the score, ignorant
Blackout, can I Hellrazor, still feel me
Kiss of death, and ya neck
Three boys in a Cadillac, Gravediggaz
Kiss of death, and protect ya neck, on a nigga
Three boys in a Cadillac, Gravediggaz

Put money over on my headstone
Here lies nigga gettin' paper
Never take a on my headstone
Only take a L I'm smokin' it
Zombie three times on my headstone
Been from the cradle to the grave
Now your favorite rapper on a headstone
Too late—he already

Right now I'm on the edge (so push me)
Troublesome '96 (you a shook one)
easy, know the ledge (I'm your pusha)
What's that? I pussy

Let me my guns, um, hm
Five, four, three, two, one, run!
Hi, my is Durt Cobain
Like a pimp, here I go, the next, episode
a nann nigga this explosive
Beast shit (blat-blat!) reloaded
Fuck other niggas, ride or die for my niggas
4 my niggas, survival of the fittest
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 tell me nothing
Write this on my death certificate, I you power
21 questions, like who ya? I shot ya!
Warning, watch niggas flashin' lights papparazi
Two words, fuck bitches, get
Tonight's da night, guess who's back on my
Rather unique, I lick a shot in
firearm silencer on, that quiet storm
T-O-N-Y—top of New York with a