Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Headstone, artist - Flatbush Zombies. Album song Vacation In Hell, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Glorious Dead
Song language: English
Headstone |
Victory, victory |
Gold on my neck—Mr. |
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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 |
«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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |