作词 : Simms, Demetri O'Neal / Elliott, Erick / Lewis, Antonio 作曲 : Simms, Demetri O'Neal / Elliott, Erick / Lewis, Antonio 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 Weeze We run this **** like a pair of cleats It's hell on earth with this rap beat Money over ******* on my headstone Here lies young ***** 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 Imagine when you're thirty thousand feet up What you think of? Boy, I hated knowin' That my thoughts would turn to dreams '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 But 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 terror dome I hit it doggystyle, she throw it back Yeah, I'm born to mack It's dark in Hell, it's 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, four hundred degrees Who am I? Ruthless, easy does it The chronic, smoke it in public, hate it or love it The underdogs, with liquid swords It was written in my diary to start a 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 to kill, life after death, I made the sacrifice I'm super duper fly, Juice'll keep them hypnotized I said my name is Juice, America's most Ain't no half-steppin', see you at the crossroads Money over ******* on my headstone Here lies young ***** 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 It was written in a children's story, That life's a ***** So what you 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 them Hell on earth, these the last days, throw your guns up Get money, Quiet Storm, havin' suicidal thoughts For the C.R.E.A.M, renegade For the money, only green is the lemonade I'm a player on the late night tip, shorty triple six She the prototype, Tip drill, kiss the fingertips Resevoir Dogs, check the scar, ignorant **** Blackout, can I live? Hell raiser, still feel me Kiss of death, reprotect ya neck Three **** boyz in a Cadillac, Gravediggaz Kiss of death, reprotect ya neck, shame on a ***** Three **** boyz in a Cadillac, Gravediggaz Money over ******* on my headstone Here lies young ***** 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 on the ledge, I'ma push ya What's that? I smell ***** Let me count my guns, hum 5,4,3,2,1 run Hi my name is Dirt Cobain Like a pimp, here I go to the next episode Ain't another ***** this explosive, beastcoast **** BRR-BRR reload it **** them other ******, ride or die for my ****** Strictly for my ******, survival of the fittest Woo-woo! That's the sound of the police I'm in deep cover, skrr skrr Leaned 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 Records on my death certificate, I gave you power 21 questions, like who shot ya? I shot ya! Warning, watch them ****** flashin' like papparazi Two words, **** *******, get money Tonight's the night, guess who's back on my block Rather you need dollar, get shot in Bucktown This firearm, silencer on, that quiet storm T-O-N-Y, top of New York, with a pitchfork
[00:00.000] 作词 : Simms, Demetri O'Neal / Elliott, Erick / Lewis, Antonio [00:00.020] 作曲 : Simms, Demetri O'Neal / Elliott, Erick / Lewis, Antonio [00:00.41]Victory, victory [00:02.82]Gold on my neck, Mr. T [00:05.53]Victory, victory [00:08.12]Zombie gang reppin' that NYC [00:10.86]Victory, victory [00:13.44]Ice round my neck like I'm Lil Weeze [00:16.18]We run this **** like a pair of cleats [00:18.84]It's hell on earth with this rap beat [00:21.40]Money over ******* on my headstone [00:23.57]Here lies young ***** gettin' paper [00:26.37]Never take a loss on my headstone [00:28.70]Only take a L when I'm smokin' it [00:31.53]Zombie gang three times on my headstone [00:34.02]Been thuggin', from the cradle to the grave [00:37.05]Now your favorite rapper name on a headstone [00:39.41]Too late, he already dead [00:42.34]Imagine when you're thirty thousand feet up [00:44.27]What you think of? [00:44.99]Boy, I hated knowin' [00:46.16]That my thoughts would turn to dreams [00:47.63]'Cause I never knew I'd get my chance to link up [00:49.62]Boy, I tell you, all of this unusual to me [00:51.80]Swear I came from the bottom, [00:53.50]Flatbush livin', walkin' dead on [00:55.36]But your favorite rapper's name up on a headstone [00:57.90]Biggie Big for the cheese and you're dead wrong [01:00.70]Propaganda set the standards in the terror dome [01:03.40]I hit it doggystyle, she throw it back [01:05.54]Yeah, I'm born to mack [01:06.85]It's dark in Hell, it's hot so leave me where I'm at [01:09.24]I'm livin' how I wanna, no reasonable doubt [01:11.56]It's clear to see, all eyez on me, four hundred degrees [01:13.98]Who am I? Ruthless, easy does it [01:17.24]The chronic, smoke it in public, hate it or love it [01:19.42]The underdogs, with liquid swords [01:21.20]It was written in my diary to start a war [01:23.92]I'm feelin' infamous, immortal with my technique [01:26.44]A revolutionary shinin', with diamond teeth [01:29.36]Young don, Cartagena, excuse my demeanor, [01:32.28]This the glamour life [01:33.25]You still not a player, you ain't half as nice [01:35.22]I'm born to kill, life after death, I made the sacrifice [01:38.48]I'm super duper fly, Juice'll keep them hypnotized [01:41.22]I said my name is Juice, America's most [01:44.16]Ain't no half-steppin', see you at the crossroads [01:46.72]Money over ******* on my headstone [01:48.64]Here lies young ***** gettin' paper [01:51.82]Never take a loss on my headstone [01:54.34]Only take a L when I'm smokin' it [01:56.75]Zombie gang three times on my headstone [01:59.43]Been thuggin' from the cradle to the grave [02:02.37]Now your favorite rapper name on a headstone [02:04.91]Too late, he already dead [02:07.70]It was written in a children's story, [02:09.12]That life's a ***** [02:10.25]So what you want? Everyday I struggle with it [02:12.71]Only god can judge me slippin', I'm infinitely big pimpin' [02:15.75]Though the genesis, dead presidents, drop a gem on them [02:18.39]Hell on earth, these the last days, throw your guns up [02:21.08]Get money, Quiet Storm, havin' suicidal thoughts [02:23.73]For the C.R.E.A.M, renegade [02:25.58]For the money, only green is the lemonade [02:28.18]I'm a player on the late night tip, shorty triple six [02:31.81]She the prototype, Tip drill, kiss the fingertips [02:34.47]Resevoir Dogs, check the scar, ignorant **** [02:36.95]Blackout, can I live? Hell raiser, still feel me [02:39.94]Kiss of death, reprotect ya neck [02:41.42]Three **** boyz in a Cadillac, Gravediggaz [02:45.30]Kiss of death, reprotect ya neck, shame on a ***** [02:47.77]Three **** boyz in a Cadillac, Gravediggaz [02:50.55]Money over ******* on my headstone [02:52.71]Here lies young ***** gettin' paper [02:55.99]Never take a loss on my headstone [02:58.14]Only take a L when I'm smokin' it [03:00.78]Zombie gang three times on my headstone [03:03.57]Been thuggin' from the cradle to the grave [03:06.23]Now your favorite rapper name on a headstone [03:08.99]Too late, he already dead [03:11.69]Right now I'm on the edge, so don't push me [03:14.33]Troublesome since '96, you a shook one [03:17.00]Breath easy on the ledge, I'ma push ya [03:19.58]What's that? I smell ***** [03:22.33]Let me count my guns, hum [03:24.26]5,4,3,2,1 run [03:27.67]Hi my name is Dirt Cobain [03:30.10]Like a pimp, here I go to the next episode [03:32.95]Ain't another ***** this explosive, beastcoast **** [03:36.59]BRR-BRR reload it [03:38.25]**** them other ******, ride or die for my ****** [03:40.87]Strictly for my ******, survival of the fittest [03:43.63]Woo-woo! That's the sound of the police [03:45.46]I'm in deep cover, skrr skrr [03:47.53]Leaned back, give me one more chance [03:49.23]They say Jesus walks and the Devil wear Prada [03:51.52]But I'm so, so deaf, God can't tell me nothing [03:54.21]Records on my death certificate, I gave you power [03:57.09]21 questions, like who shot ya? I shot ya! [03:59.49]Warning, watch them ****** flashin' like papparazi [04:02.30]Two words, **** *******, get money [04:04.97]Tonight's the night, guess who's back on my block [04:07.55]Rather you need dollar, get shot in Bucktown [04:10.11]This firearm, silencer on, that quiet storm [04:12.98]T-O-N-Y, top of New York, with a pitchfork
