Lyrics:
throwing petals at her feet
Everything is kosher sweet
No one wants the smoke or beef
The queen of the jungle
Aint nobody second guessing me
Showing up after
You didn’t call cause you never went home
No come back and say good bye
Beautiful queen you so Devine
No more saying one lastime
Bring her back
My God is big
My God is strong
My God Is Mighty
Yeah and if you're feeling like a boss
Throw your hands in the sky
We gone live this way until
hello.
On the corner is a banker with a motorcar,
The little children laugh at him behind his back.
And the banker never wears a mack
In the pouring
the enslaved labor, Wu-Tang
The weight of the fam is on our back and we can't fall
Victim to this long hall of fame, meaning nothing
We came to punish
I'm the shit, baby I'm the shit
You know I'm the shit, I'm real hunnits
Ain't no counterfeits, bring me all my chips
If you leave, be back here by 6
not understand it
Talking that hardcore shit; but I don't buy it
Sit down eat your slice of pizza and be quiet!
Cause all that noise you talk is
a god send
For a nigga that cross the line thats a problem
My only problem is for that one nigga I couldn’t solve em
Young black king restricted by his
All these villains is killing the city
Now im back and ready to get gritty
Learned from the killas and now im so deadly
Im all alone yet i take out
a calm queen, with a vibe that's never off beat
Is this the riddim of the perfect woman for me
Right next to me sittin shotty, ain't no question if she for
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
by now, shot up, full of lead by now
Got up with JD though, crazy dough
Queens with the So So Def, A T-L's best
(yeah I know)
Every ride up the 9-5,
both can hide, side by side (hey di hey di hoh)
Hooray, hooray, it's a holi-holiday
What a world of fun for everyone, holi-holiday
Hooray, hooray,
that I gave
Everything I had to my dreams
I'm happy and free and proud and
Confident i'm not crazy i'm free
Free from being held back by public opinion
a rideheydiheydihoh
Where the stars will shine lots of timeheydiheydihoh
Back of your old car we might get farheydiheydihoh
In the summer breeze we feel
the back
You can tell I been around
By the way I put it down on the track
From the south to LA
Humble, sweet Queen feeding the hungry
She a snack!
She
on top
Handbags, heels, their pistols rock
"Baby Love", so glam queen
Sing the blues, a love Supreme
Sixties, Twiggy set the pace
Way back then she
Holding court with the clover and the summer breeze
Travel the world in the space of a day
Music is a sound, not an inkblot on a printed page
A stick is
Bought that bitch ah bust down she let me meet ha momma
We ain't sittin On money swear we spending every dollar
Ain't shit to get it back yeah we gon
I got a business
We up and we running
All my investments put it back in it
I got it granted man
It's snowing in summer
I wanted 10 I count up
Can we go in
Can we go out
Maybe restart
Met last may
Had me real down
Never had a broken heart
Summer got the best of us
If I get an invite maybe
30 summers
Walking all alone, back in the park
Whispering shadows of old trees like skeletons in the dark
Hear them rustling in the autumn air
that is not what you did,
And as the reflection of the sun
Changed your complexion one by one
The red redundancy
It spread ‘cross your skin,
As the ruby
for celebration
Then it's back to working harder
Celebration
Baby girl you gotta be patient
In the Benz got me Racing
Imma roll up to your crib
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