Headstone

Lyrics

[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' it "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 the Architect] 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 Bi-Big for the cheese and you're dead wrong Propaganda set the standards in the terrordome [Verse 2: Zombie Juice] I hit it doggy style, 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 eyes on me, four hundred degrees Who am I? Ruthless, easy 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 super duper fly, Juicy keep them hypnotized I said my name is Juice, America's most Ain't no half steppin', see you at the 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' it "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 the Architect] It was written in the children's story that life's a bitch So what you want? Every day 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 days, throw your guns up Get money, quiet storm, havin' suicidal thoughts For the cream, renegade For the money, all the green is the lemonade I'm a player on the late night tip, shorty, triple six She the prototype tip drill, kiss her fingertips Reservoir dogs, check the score, ignorant shit Black out, can I live? Hell raiser, still feel me Kiss of death and protect your neck Three dope boys in a Cadillac, gravedigger Kiss of death and protect your neck, shame on a nigga Three dope boys in a Cadillac, gravedigger [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' it "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? *Sniff* I smell pussy Let me count my guns, um, hm Five, four, three, two, one, run! Hi, my name is Durt Cobain Like a pimp, here I go, 'til the next episode Ain't a nann nigga this explosive Beast Coast shit (Blat-blat!), reload it Fuck them other niggas, ride or die for my niggas Strictly for my niggas, survival of the fittest "Woop-woop", that's the sound of the police I'm in deep cover, skrrt-skrrt, lean back, give me one more chance They say Jesus walks and the Devil wear Prada But I'm so, so deaf, God can't tell me nothin' Write this on my death certificate, I gave you power Twenty-one questions, like, who shot ya? I shot ya! Warning, watch them niggas, flashin' lights, papparazi Two words: fuck bitches, get money Tonight's the 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