Lyrics:
(Aiyyo calm down, fall back!
why'all Queensbridge always fightin up in here!)
[Marley Marl]
Ladies and gentlemen, we got Queensbridge Finest up
Get your bags, that gin n' juice, and wait by the railroad track
So ladies, bring your friends, and please make sure they're fine
And hurry up, 'cause
It's murda, you know when we come
Niggaz it's murda, ain't nowhere to hide
It's murda, ain't no where to run
Niggaz it's murda, I-N-see is gon ride
to your heart
Awh shit here we go again
[Intro: Tech N9ne]
When you met her
She was right so thick
Something better then a wife, no glitch
She
where the art is
Combination of Basquiat and Rakim
Bring it back, the flow in tact, glowing
No one can show me how to keep the dice rollin
You're
Nosferatu Vampear bit my shit
Cause you niggaz fill me surprised that I got you right here with my shit
So you gotta be thankfull to who?
By the way homie
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
H4y yo it's over in here
God damn somebody bring me some juice in here
I used to be a drug dealer
Hangin in the cut sellin' dime rocks
Gettin'
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
fucking don't bring any money in here)
What you-, I'm fucking trying (you fucking don't have a fucking job)
Motherfucker, (you're not fucking looking for
[Puffy]
When night falls - that's when it all begins
Be prepared; we can allow no loose ends
I highly recommend y'all bring your arms
This is no
platinum?
(Baby you off the wall)
And I don't mean to scare y'all but I'ma bout to bring it home
Blow these fellas, these hills, these things and N.C. out
[Intro: Guys talkin about Tech N9ne]
"And the spiked red hair, and the, and, and paintin' his face..."
"Whoa, hold on man, Tech is losin' it man..."
be thugging
And if you want it then bring s*** wit open arms (spread love baby)
While I continuously give you n****s bombs
Asalam will make 'em
it's back to the old school
Where the niggas get they strap on
Don't nobody cap on slap on some D-R-E
Or some funky ass shit by
The D-O double-G-Y D-O
easin.
I like dat kinda girl ya dint even hav to ask er name,
Cud ya believe it.
She was suckin ma dick ya shudav seen it,
Got up n tried to kiss me
on, the Rap Capone here to cook it
I'm a villain that's killin, livin a lifestyle that's crooked
Before I starve, I'm a steal
Before I die, I'm a kill
a regular old fashion high hoochie mama
With love for her daddy, anytime he want it
Bring home the turkey bacon and fry it in the pan
Or, some filet minon
a long day I spent building this Rome
And by the time the paint dry they gon' call me Capone
So, say hello to my little friend, or make amends
Play it
Psychopathic, loony bad shit, off with your head when I swing my hatchet
Once it's gone you can't reattach it
Vollyball it, toss 'n catch it
Warmin' up that
producer cut hoes off, Dun Deal
I'm real, I'm Quan all I speak is truthful
Come here all I want is you
Pull up , put it on me, baby girl bring it to me
this hyped information
Just look at the center of the stage where the spotlight shines
[Eazy E: Boy you should have known by now] It's mine !
in my own crew
A million niggas with automatics
Who swarm through
You wonder who shot me here's a clue
Stay alert cause we comin' for you
And keep it
[Yoshamine]
When she get crucial forget about what chu used to
'Cause I'm here to pay dues too, n**** put it to the back sayin'
I'm a school you
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