Lyrics:
kept, never quack
On the Q-Tip I quote, I throw lines like a quarterback
A monster, murder motherfucks like Manson
A madman who mutilize men with 9-M-M
shock some person
Let people passing by, see us no blinds, no curtains
No, no worries I don’t mind
Cause it’s you, you under me
And anything at all we do
ain't got no clue I fucked it up
Imma do it again
Talking P's and Q's don't want no nine to five yeah
I'm hella fire
Devine you know I'm flawless
They mad
We dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig
In our mine the whole day through
To dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig
Is what we like to do
It ain't no
know my microphone must be tired
'Cause I haven't given it a break since it's been hired
While I get raised, let me give you tip
If you listen to my
"You know the Same Gang and my Flava Unit too?"
I said, "You only knew the certain things I wanna do, do you?"
Rub ya down with warm Ice-T
Make ya
wish they could've been us
We did an album with no problem
No we working on another with another Jungle Brother
(Me) Q-tip, his name, he's into
at any cost
'Cause if you don't, boy, you might get bossed and tossed
By a sucker who claims he got more game than you
Bein' true is what you oughta do
at any cost
'Cause if you don't, boy, you might get bossed and tossed
By a sucker who claims he got more game than you
Bein' true is what you oughta do
stuff up, y'all feel good?
Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do?
(Party!)
Randy Mac in the place to be, what you
have a kid, do you? Nigga
I was a kid shooter
Bitch, you ain't never seen a
Nigga flip money like this, do you?
That mean I wake up and get
That pack
nobody do it like I do, ya dig?
Front, back, side to side
Stick this in your Ipod
I promise this you'll like
Beyond your fly, take the mic
Lean with it,
track you down even in your home
What you gonna do when he's in your yard
Better pull that weed up by the roots
What you gonna do when he's on your back
tried to look the other way
The day you passed me by
I saw you holding Q Tip's hand
And girl damn near died
They way you hold that cosmo
Just fits
tried to look the other way
The day you passed me by
I saw you holding Q Tip's hand
And girl **** near died
They way you hold that cosmo
Just fits
fly
A few of my lady friends
Is super bisexuals and usually high
Might even give you a try
You ain't in the no
You never know whether they do or not
'bout me 'cause you're a
Scarecrow groupie but there's no pressure on you 'cause you know
What you must do, check this out
Let's have a drink and I
'bout me 'cause you're a
Scarecrow groupie but there's no pressure on you 'cause you know
What you must do, check this out
Let's have a drink and I
Pete Rock large Professor
Q Tip abstract Radio
Pete Rock, my brother from the burning
What's going on because I
Know that you're earning
All
I been had the Juice like Q on the roof
And you can dig up Bishop if
You ever want the truth young nigga got
Thoed ass, thoed ass, thoed ass
Blowed
of mind and
hmmmmmmmmmmmm...
Hammer timin.
Incredible.
So edible
and unforgettable.
Soft like a Q-Tip
I'd love to get with you
cause I'm the type of guy
Reporter:
Police search for clues on the Q 111
Bus where two people were shot, one fatally
Witness 1:
You heard like a few shots ring out and uh
You
him to the clouds like an usher
You don't get the picture I'll paint it in red
You scared of the facts so you lie in your head
I do not blame you, you
by the reigns because I know that I'm freaking
Well, I'm a funky skull and I'm a scorpio
And when I get my flow I'm dr on the go
So q-tip, what you
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