Lyrics:
Queens, by any means
Serve any fiends, similar to Supreme Team
But like steam I will rise to
The top to redeem the cream
For niggas who fiend for hip hop
I
never scared,
How the fuck you run philly and you ain't never there,
And I ain't never feared nuttin' but god,
You went to jail, came home and ain't do
On Crenshaw Boulevard - Line 'em up at the bar
Girl you know who we are, hip-hop superstars
Roll deep? Nah, we roll hard and deep
Bogart yo beef get the fuck
who we gon’ drop next
Ain’t nuttin’ like mines
Niggas can’t go where I go
Shit get real sad when we ride
Tell me is it killas on go
They know I got
and mommas is hurtin'
Why you wanna murder me?
You never ever heard of me
You don't know who I am
I could be part of your family tree
Now sent by G O D
to know
When the pack arrive
See the judge is the pimp
Cause he made you snitch
Light you up and he didn't pay you shit
Who the bitch? Ha ha
You think I'm
something sweet and she gon' lick me later, guy
Hello to my hater guy, how you doing sir
I know you got mean words
But keep them to yourself unless those
her
Just SHUT UP, lyin bitch, don't say nuttin
I'm scared now, I don't know WHO you been fuckin
My first love, first rub, first hug
My first slut, first
Elysium-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho
It’s a thing I can’t explain but I know-ho-ho-ho-ho
And I just get by the things you say
You know I get by, I get by baby
I get by the things you
because only I can
Ho Ho, Savior of the North
I bolster my worth
Ho Ho, Defender of the earth
Savior of the North
I know that Dolph can fight the undead
whether it's movin' snow or movin' 'dro
That's between me and you, I can get it for the low
But that's nuttin, everybody say they gotta story
Mine
I guess you figure
you made out, good to go, but you didn't know
They would stick your black ass back in the ghetto, yo
To kill another nigga, catch
(What, ugh)
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (You can't!)
Get on my level ho (You can't!)
Get on my level ho (It's Trillville ho
Lemme put you on
Smoke another
Got you nuttin' in the (Uhh, yeah)
Yeah we blowin' packs by the
And shawty rated
G-O-R-G-E yeah uhh (Uhh, uhh?
First
the that's that joint
Yo this is another one from the, y'know
You know who it's from! What?!
Oh, now you don't know who it's from now right?
Okay, now I'ma
by society
And I know you don't care about me
Amadou Diallo, they killed him for nuttin'
No crime he did not do!
And just like him there were others
it feels like your back's to the wall
Who's sittin in the crib, and you don't know who to call
(Jesus!) Hangin on a tight rope, fingers slippin off
But
B-B-B-Big headed jerk, nuttin' selfearned to boast
You went on holiday to malibou coast
Your daddy's a big wheel, forks out a lambo
Big boy, urban
climb out Mmmm Mmmm
I've seen it all it all and yo id Nuttin to be proud bout
man im jus tryna show u homie grind it out
I'm from a city where we wild out
Yeah and I can't even lie
You can tell by my red ass eyes that I'm high
I'm doin' sign language, screamin' fuck the other side
Flawgin' ass niggas
the projects
Foot soldiers by thousands
Can't get in
With out an appointment
If you finna try
Best holla at my lawyer
Death before dishonor
You know my stiiz
Jot
the projects
Foot soldiers by thousands
Motha fuckaz can't get in
With out an appointment
If you finna try
Best holla at my lawyer
Death before dishonor
You know
side you got to know
Keep a calico by the bedside, this what I'm all about
Now which one of y'all motherfuckers shot up my momma's house?
It
still fun
Everybody move your body, it ain't nuttin but a party
Folks can I get a "ho"? (HO)
Ladies can I get a "oww"? (OWW) so hear me now
It's a regular
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