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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 this like a pair of cleats
It's hell on earth but this I be

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

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

I hit it doggystyle, she throw it back, yeah, I'm to mack
It's and Hell is hot so leave me where 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, Eazy it
The smoke in public, hate it or love 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 not a player, you ain't half as nice
I'm born again, life after death, I the sacrifice
I'm supa fly, Juicy keep them hypnotized
I said my name is Juice, most
no half-steppin', see you at tha crossroads

Put money bitches on my headstone
Here lies nigga gettin' paper
take a loss on my headstone
Only take an L I'm smokin' it
Zombie gang three on my headstone
thuggin' from the cradle to the grave
Now your favorite name on a headstone
Too late—he dead

It was in the children's story, that life's a bitch
So what'cha want? I struggle 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 dayz, throw 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 night tip, triple six
She the prototype, Tip drill, her fingertips
Resevoir Dogs, check the score, shit
Blackout, can I Hellrazor, still feel me
of death, and protect ya neck
Three dope in a Cadillac, Gravediggaz
Kiss of death, and protect ya neck, shame on a
Three dope boys in a Cadillac,

Put over bitches on my headstone
Here lies nigga gettin' paper
Never take a on my headstone
Only take a L when I'm 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

Right now I'm on the edge (so don't me)
Troublesome since '96 (you a one)
easy, know 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 Cobain
Like a pimp, here I go, the next, episode
Ain't a nann this explosive
Beast shit (blat-blat!) reloaded
Fuck them other niggas, 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 chance
They say Jesus walks and the Devil wear
But I'm so, so deaf, God can't me nothing
Write this on my death certificate, I you power
21 questions, like who shot ya? I ya!
Warning, watch them niggas lights papparazi
Two words, bitches, get money
Tonight's da night, guess who's back on my
unique, I lick a shot in Bucktown
This firearm on, that quiet storm
T-O-N-Y—top of New with a pitchfork