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