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

Money bitches on my headstone
Here young nigga gettin' paid
Never a loss on my headstone
Only take a L when I'm it
Zombie gang times on my headstone
Been from the cradle to the grave
Now your favorite name on a headstone
Too late—he dead

when you're thirty thousand feet up what you think of?
Boy, I hated knowin' that my thoughts a dream
'Cause I knew I'd get my chance to link up
Boy, I you, all of this unusual to me
Swear I came from the bottom, livin', walkin' dead on
Put favorite rapper's name up on a headstone
Big for the cheese and you're dead wrong
Propaganda set the standards in the

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

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

It was in the children's story, that life's a bitch
So what'cha want? Everyday I struggle it
Only God can me slippin', I'm infinitely big pimpin'
the genesis, dead presidents, drop a gem on 'em
Hell on earth, these the last dayz, throw ya 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 tip, shorty triple six
She the prototype, Tip drill, her fingertips
Resevoir Dogs, the score, ignorant shit
Blackout, can I Hellrazor, still feel me
Kiss of death, and protect ya
Three dope in a Cadillac, Gravediggaz
Kiss of death, and protect ya neck, shame on a
Three boys in a Cadillac, Gravediggaz

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

Right now I'm on the edge (so don't me)
since '96 (you a shook one)
Breath easy, know the (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 Cobain
a pimp, here I go, 'til the next, episode
Ain't a nigga this explosive
Beast shit (blat-blat!) reloaded
Fuck them niggas, ride or die for my niggas
Strictly 4 my niggas, survival of the
Woop-woop! That's the sound of the police, I'm in cover
Earth, skrt skrt, lean back, give me one more
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 you power
21 questions, like who ya? I shot ya!
Warning, them niggas flashin' lights papparazi
Two words, bitches, get money
da night, guess who's back on my block
Rather unique, I lick a shot in
This firearm silencer on, quiet storm
of New York with a pitchfork