[Intro]
Victory, victory
Gold on my neck, Mr. T
Victory, victory
Zombie gang repping that NYC
Victory, victory
Ice round my neck like [?]
We run this sh** like a pair of cleats
It's hell on earth with this rap beat
[Hook: Meechy Darko]
Money over b**hes on my headstone
Here lies young n***a getting paper
Never take a loss on my headstone
Only take a L when I'm smoking it
Zombie gang three times on my headstone
Been thugging, from the cradle to the grave
Now your favorite rapper name on a headstone
Too late, he already dead
[Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliot]
Imagine when you're thirty thousand feet up what you think of?Boy, I hated knowing that my thoughts would turn to dreams
'Cause I never knew I'd get my chance to link up
Boy, I tell you, all of this unusual to me
Swear I came from the bottom, Flatbush living, walking dead on
But your favorite rapper's name up on a headstone
Biggie Big for the cheese and you're dead wrong
Propaganda set the standards in the terror dome
[Verse 2: Zombie Juice]
I hit it doggystyle, she throw it back
Yeah, I'm born to mack
It's dark in Hell, it's hot so leave me where I'm at
I'm living how I wanna, no reasonable doubt
It's clear to see, all eyez on me, four hundred degrees
Who am I? Ruthless, easy does it
The chronic, smoke it in public, hate it or love it
The underdogs, with liquid swords
It was written in my diary to start a war
I'm feeling infamous, immortal with my technique
A revolutionary shining, with diamond teeth
Young don, Cartagena, excuse my demeanor, this the glamour life
You still not a player, you ain't half as nice
I'm born to k**, life after d**h, I made the sacrafice
I'm super duper fly, Juice'll keep them hypnotized
I said my name is Juice, America's most
Ain't no half-stepping, see you at the crossroads
[Hook: Meechy Darko]
Money over b**hes on my headstone
Here lies young n***a getting paper
Never take a loss on my headstone
Only take a L when I'm smoking it
Zombie gang three times on my headstone
Been thugging from the cradle to the grave
Now your favorite rapper name on a headstone
Too late, he already dead
[Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliot]
It was written in a childrens story, that life's a b**h
So what you want? Everyday I struggle with it
Only god can judge me slipping, I'm infinitely big pimpin'
Though the genesis, dead presidents, drop a gem on them
Hell on earth, these the last days, throw your guns up
Get money, Quiet Storm, having suicidal thoughts
For the C.R.E.A.M - renegade
For the money, only green is the lemonade
I'm a player on the late night tip, shorty triple six
She the prototype, [?] trill [?] fingertips
Resevoir Dogs, check the scar, ignorant sh**
Blackout, can I live? Hell raiser, still feel me
Kiss of d**h, reprotect ya neck
Three dope boyz in a Cadillac, Gravediggaz
Kiss of d**h, reprotect ya neck, shame on a n***a
Three dope boyz in a Cadillac, Gravediggaz
[Hook: Meechy Darko]
Money over b**hes on my headstone
Here lies young n***a getting paper
Never take a loss on my headstone
Only take a L when I'm smoking it
Zombie gang three times on my headstone
Been thugging from the cradle to the grave
Now your favorite rapper name on a headstone
Too late, he already dead
[Verse 4: Meechy Darko]
Right now im on the edge, so dont push me
Troublesome since 96, you a shook one
Breath easy on the ledge, Ima push ya
What's that? I smell p**y
Let me count my guns, hum
5,4,3,2,1 run
Hi my name is Dirt Cobain
Like a pimp, yeah I go to the next episode
Ain't another n***a this explosive, beastcoast sh**
BRR-BRR reload it
f** them other n***as, ride or die for my n***as
Strictly for my n***as. Survival of the fittest
Woo-woo! That's the sound of the police
I'm in deep cover, skrr skrr
Leaned back, give me one more chance
They say Jesus walks and the Devil wear Prada
But I'm so, so dead, God can't tell me nothing
Records on my d**h certificate, I gave you power
21 questions, like who shot ya? I shot ya!
Warning, watch them n***as flashing like papparazi
Two words, f** b**hes, get money
Tonight's the night, guess who's back on my block
Rather you need dollar, get shot in Bucktown
This firearm, silencer on, that quiet storm
T-O-N-Y, top of New York, with a pitchfork