Lyrics Headstone - Flatbush Zombies
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
Money
over
bitches
on
my
headstone
Here
lies
young
nigga
gettin'
paid
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
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
degrees
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'
paper
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
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'
paper
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
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
pusha)
What's
that?
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!)
reloaded
Fuck
them
other
niggas,
ride
or
die
for
my
niggas
Strictly
4 my
niggas,
survival
of
the
fittest
Woop-woop!
That's
the
sound
of
the
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
deaf,
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
them
niggas
flashin'
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
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