Headstone
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 *******t 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 *******nin', 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 *******t
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 *******t
BRR-BRR reload it
***** them other *****s, ride or die for my *****s
Strictly for my *****s, 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 *****s fla*******n' 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
HeadstoneLRC歌词
[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 *******t 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 *******nin', 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 *******t
[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 *******t
[03:36.59]BRR-BRR reload it
[03:38.25]***** them other *****s, ride or die for my *****s
[03:40.87]Strictly for my *****s, 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 *****s fla*******n' 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
