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' 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