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

Money over bitches on my
Here lies young nigga paid
take a loss 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 already

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

I hit it doggystyle, she it back, yeah, I'm born 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, liquid swords
It was written in my this art of war
I'm feelin' infamous, with my technique
A revolutionary shinin', with teeth
Young Don Cartagena, excuse my demeanor, the glamour life
You still not a player, you half as nice
I'm born again, life death, I made the sacrifice
I'm supa dupa fly, Juicy them hypnotized
I my name is Juice, AmeriKKKa's most
no half-steppin', see you at tha crossroads

Put money bitches on my headstone
lies young nigga gettin' paper
Never take a on my headstone
Only take an L when I'm it
Zombie gang three on my headstone
Been thuggin' from the to the grave
Now your rapper name on a headstone
Too already dead

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, presidents, drop a gem on 'em
Hell on earth, the last dayz, throw ya guns up
Get money, Storm, havin' 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, the score, ignorant shit
Blackout, can I live? Hellrazor, still me
of death, and protect ya neck
Three dope in a Cadillac, Gravediggaz
of death, and protect ya neck, shame on a nigga
Three dope boys in a Cadillac,

Put money over bitches on my
Here young nigga gettin' paper
take a loss on my headstone
Only a L when I'm smokin' it
gang three times on my headstone
Been thuggin' from the to the grave
Now your favorite rapper on a headstone
Too late—he dead

now I'm on the edge (so don't push me)
Troublesome since '96 (you a one)
Breath easy, 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 name is Durt
Like a pimp, here I go, the next, episode
Ain't a nann nigga this
Beast Coast (blat-blat!) reloaded
Fuck other niggas, ride 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, me one more chance
say Jesus walks and the Devil wear Prada
But I'm so, so deaf, God can't me nothing
this on my death certificate, I gave you power
21 questions, like who shot ya? I 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
This silencer on, that quiet storm
T-O-N-Y—top of New with a pitchfork