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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 shit like a pair of
It's hell on earth but where I be

Money over bitches on my
lies young nigga gettin' paid
Never take a on my headstone
Only a L when I'm smokin' it
Zombie three times on my headstone
Been thuggin' from the cradle to the
Now your favorite rapper name on a
Too late—he dead

Imagine when you're thirty thousand feet up you think of?
Boy, I hated knowin' that my thoughts deterred a
'Cause I never I'd get my chance to link up
Boy, I you, all of this unusual to me
Swear I came the bottom, Flatbush livin', walkin' dead on
Put your favorite rapper's name up on a
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 how I wanna, no reasonable doubt
It's clear to see, all on me, 400 degrees
Who am I? Ruthless, Eazy it
The chronic smoke in public, hate it or it
The underdogs, with swords
It was written in my diary art of war
I'm infamous, immortal with my technique
A revolutionary shinin', with diamond
Don Cartagena, excuse my demeanor, this the glamour life
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 my name 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 loss on my
Only an L when I'm smokin' it
Zombie gang three times on my
Been from the cradle to the grave
Now your favorite rapper on a headstone
Too late—he dead

It was written in the story, that life's a bitch
So what'cha want? Everyday I with 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, ya guns up
Get money, Quiet Storm, havin' suicidal
For the C.R.E.A.M,
For the money, all the is the lemonade
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 live? Hellrazor, feel me
of death, and protect ya neck
Three boys in a Cadillac, Gravediggaz
Kiss of death, and protect ya neck, shame on a
Three dope boys in a Cadillac,

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

now I'm on the edge (so don't push me)
Troublesome since '96 (you a 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
Like a pimp, here I go, the next, episode
Ain't a nann nigga this
Coast shit (blat-blat!) reloaded
Fuck them other niggas, ride or die for my
4 my niggas, survival of the fittest
Woop-woop! That's the of the police, I'm in deep cover
Earth, skrt skrt, lean back, give me one chance
They say Jesus walks and the Devil wear
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 them flashin' lights papparazi
Two words, fuck bitches, get
Tonight's da night, guess back on my block
unique, I lick a shot in Bucktown
This firearm silencer on, that storm
T-O-N-Y—top of New York a pitchfork