Headstone (Clean)

Headstone (Explicit) - Flatbush Zombies

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 Weeze

We run this sh*t like a pair of cleats

It's hell on earth but this where I be

Meechy Darko：

Money over b**ches on my headstone

Here lies young n**ga 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

Erick Arc Elliott：

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

Dead on

But your favorite rapper's name up on a headstone

Headstone

Biggie big for the cheese and you're dead wrong

Dead wrong

Propaganda set the standards in the terror dome

Terror dome

Zombie Juice：

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

Meechy Darko：

Put money over b**ches on my headstone

Here lies young n**ga 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

Erick Arc Elliott：

It was written in the children's story that life's a b**ch

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 player on the late night tip shorty triple six

She the prototype tip drill kiss her fingertips

Resevoir dogs check the score ignorant sh*t

Blackout can I live hellrazor still feel me

Kiss of death and protect ya neck

Three d**e boys in a Cadillac Gravediggaz

Kiss of death and protect ya neck shame on a n**ga

Three d**e boys in a Cadillac Gravediggaz

Meechy Darko：

Put money over b**ches on my headstone

Here lies young n**ga 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 p**sy

Let me count my guns um

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 n**ga this xxxplosive beastcoast sh*t

Blat blat reloaded

F**k them other n**gas ride or die for my n**gas

Strictly 4 my n**gas survival of the fittest

Woop woop that's the sound of the police

I'm in deep cover 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 n**gas flashin' lights papparazi

Two words f**k b**ches get money

Tonight's da night guess who's back on my block

Rather unique I lick a shot for Bucktown

This firearm silencer on that quiet storm

T-O-N-Y top of New York with a pitchfork