'HEADSTONE'

[Intro: Zombie Juice] Victory, victory Gold on my neck—Mr. T Victory, victory Zombie Gang reppin' that NYC Victory, victory Ice round my neck like I'm Lil Weezy We run this shit like a pair of cleats It's Hell on Earth but this where I be [Chorus: Meechy Darko] "Money over bitches" on my headstone Here lies "Young nigga gettin' paid" Put "Never take a loss" on my headstone Only take a L when I'm smokin' haze Zombie Gang three times on my headstone Been thuggin' from the Cradle to the Grave Now your favorite rapper name on a headstone Too late—he already dead [Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliott] Imagine when you're thirty thousand feet up what you think of? Boy, I hated knowin' that my thoughts deterred a dream 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 livin', walkin' dead on Put 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 terrordome [Verse 2: Zombie Juice] I hit it Doggystyle, she throw it back, yeah, I'm Born to Mack It's Dark and Hell is Hot so leave me where I'm at I'm livin' how I wanna, no Reasonable Doubt It's clear to see, All Eyez on Me, 400 Degreez Who am I? Ruthless, Eazy does it The Chronic smoke in public, Hate It Or Love It The underdogs, with Liquid Swords It Was Written in my diary, this Art of War I'm feelin' Infamous, Immortal with my Technique A Revolutionary shinin' 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 Again, Life After Death, I made the sacrifice I'm Supa Dupa Fly, Juicy keep them Hypnotized I said my name is Juice, AmeriKKKa's Most Ain't No Half-Steppin', see you at Tha Crossroads [Chorus: Meechy Darko] Put "Money over bitches" on my headstone Here lies "Young nigga gettin' paid" Put "Never take a loss" on my headstone Only take an L when I'm smokin' haze Zombie Gang three times on my headstone Been thuggin' from the Cradle to the Grave Now your favorite rapper name on a headstone Too late—he already dead [Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliott] It Was Written in the Children's Story, that Life's a Bitch So What'cha Want? Everyday I Struggle with it Only God Can Judge Me slippin', I'm infinitely Big Pimpin' Though The Genesis, Dead Presidents, Drop a Gem on 'Em Hell on Earth, these the Last Dayz, Throw Ya Guns Up Get Money, Quiet Storm, havin' Suicidal Thoughts For the C.R.E.A.M, Renegade For the money, all the green is the lemonade I'm A Playa on the Late Night Tip, shorty Triple Six She the prototype Tip Drill, kiss her fingertips Resevoir Dogs, check The Score, Ignorant Shit Blackout, Can I Live? Hellrazor, still feel me Kiss of Death and Protect Ya Neck Three Dope Boys in a Cadillac, Gravediggaz Kiss of Death and Protect Ya Neck, Shame on a Nigga Three Dope Boys In a Cadillac, Gravediggaz [Chorus: Meechy Darko] Put "Money over bitches" on my headstone Here lies "Young nigga gettin' paid" Put "Never take a loss" on my headstone Only take a L when I'm smokin' haze Zombie Gang three times on my headstone Been thuggin' 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 I'm on the edge (so Don't Push Me) Troublesome since '96 (you a Shook One) Breath Easy, Know The Ledge (I'm Your Pusher) What's that? I Smell Pussy Let me count my guns, um, hm 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, run! Hi, my name is Durt Cobain Like a Pimp, here I go, 'til The Next, Episode Ain't a Nann Nigga this XXXplosive Beast Coast shit (blat-blat!) reloaded Fuck them other niggas, ride or die for my niggas Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z., Survival of the Fittest Woop-woop! That's the Sound of da Police, I'm in Deep Cover Earth, skrt skrt, Lean Back, give me One More Chance They say Jesus Walks and the Devil wear Prada But I'm So, So Def, God can't tell me nothing Write this on my Death Certificate, I Gave You Power 21 Questions like "Who Shot Ya?" I shot ya! Warning, Watch Dem Niggas, Flashing Lights, Papparazi Two Words: fuck bitches, get money Tonight's da Night, Guess Who's Back on my block? Rather Unique, I Lick a Shot in Bucktown This firearm silencer on, that Quiet Storm T-O-N-Y—Top of New York with a pitchfork