Lyrics:
who wouldn't speak
Now I'm who they checkin' for
Shown crazy love
Ran up on stage with 80 thugs
After the shows, my niggas robbed the bar
And wrecked
rest
An AK47 is my fucking address, huh
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car (huh)
I got a chopper in the car (huh)
I got
with it (Remix!)
Now get, jiggy with it, (Remix!!) now get, jiggy with it, (jiggy with it)
I'm in my Cutlass on two shoes (two shoes)
Breaking all
with it (Remix!)
Now get, jiggy with it, (Remix!!) now get, jiggy with it, (jiggy with it)
I'm in my Cutlass on two shoes (two shoes)
Breaking all
the visions I get
How this dude rich? He snuck in with no citizenship
Motivation, so I get off my ass
I'm the star of the movie, lookin' for my supportin'
Who's next to go?
My flows so flexible
Get gassed and get at me, Texaco
Shoot yourself in the leg, Plexico
White Jag with the twisted lip
I ain't
Uh huh, yeah
Cluminati..
Q.B. (New Mobb Deep)
For the year 2G
(Best of Queens)
Niggaz know what the fuck I'm talkin bout
If they don't hear,
a best grind (how you mean?)
You is a gunman, make yuh gun whine
You want a rich queen bitch, live in my queendom
And I could bubble from Port of Spain
She looks to the stars and asks
what's the price tonight(x2)
X-beauty queen
With a drug overdose
Caught in the machine and I'm overexposed
Imprison me
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
like to chill
So I drive up in my new Seville
My tribe went down in the hall of fame
'Cause I'm the one who shot Jesse James
Pound for pound, I will
where i think my personal
Philosophy of life started
With that moment in my mind
I have always believed and thought since then
That my motion had to be
rest
An AK47 is my fucking address, huh
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car (huh)
I got a chopper in the car (huh)
I got
pockets are deep and there's things to keep
Ridgewood Queen come dine with me
I'm taking us to the best bakery
Did you think that I was feeling you?
Cross
Bird in the kitchen, tryna pluck it for real
They know I got more swag than Pharrell
Walk in this bitch, I'm in my bag for real
I got two different bags
a pretcher or phycologist
A sherk on a freak
P my technique
I where mink skater boots
And im the rit leg is scaloo
And I aint afriad to shoe
And I love to two
can't get no paper
Why are y'all so silly?
Straight killers I can call so many
I don't love no bitches but my mom, my sister
And my gun and Nicki
your snaky chicks up by the bar urhhh
Stripping you large drained credit cards broke with no regards
Shake loose my queen out do other feems care free
spark the Philly
So I can get my mind off these yellowbacked-
Why they still alive? I don't know, go figure
Meanwhile back in Queens the realness
learned to love myself unconditionally
Because I am a queen
I not the average girl from your video
My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes
learned to love myself unconditionally
Because I am a queen
I not the average girl from your video
My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes
Reno with two fly Latinos
Nas, he runs the whole staff
We count math from steam baths
We've seen a half a milli dashin' out there on the Queens half
since Bugsy, bitches love me
In Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo, my people from Medina, they will see you when you re-up
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