Lyrics:
guns drew, breeze, y'all ain't up in my league
Don't get tricked by the assumption that nothing's up in my sleeve
Boy, I'm hot, when I'm heated, I'm
lose my love
I ain't got no time to play, you better hurry up (up)
'Cause every time I come around and cruise 'round your way
I see you on the corner,
lose my love
I ain't got no time to play, you better hurry up (up)
'Cause every time I come around and cruise 'round your way
I see you on the corner,
time we teaching lessons for hustlin in our area
With no warning, no passes, no asking, guns blasting
Is what they get if they aint breakin us off
With
you're the one
You don't have to worry
No hurry
The night's still young
I'm just looking for some good clean fun
I ain't lookin' for a woman
Who's
without no comma
That's a red flag (no, cha-ching)
He ain't no boss, he can't do what he wanna
Now, that's a red flag (nah)
Don't confuse these carats
Thun (Queens in the house)
Queensbridge, baby (Queens in the house)
No doubt, no doubt, no doubt (Queens in the house)
Not niggas I really met
look
you do it all by the book
you a clone now hoe this ain't dial Jones
now hurry on home or give a dog here a bone
no point intended
yo shit
the Jones
Our love is something priceless
I don't need diamonds, no sparkly things (no, oh, oh, oh, oh)
'Cause you can't buy this a-feeling (no, oh, oh, oh,
the Jones
Our love is something priceless
I don't need diamonds, no sparkly things
(No, oh, oh, oh, oh)
'Cause you can't buy this a feeling
(No, oh, oh, oh,
I ain't bout playin no games, so baby let's get it on
Baby wanna play hard to get, but bro I'm willing to bet
She done heard yo boy Jo Jig is a threat
drop some shit
They know me by name when I walk up in this bitch
Can’t be a no name no I can’t be a no name
You get one life so what chu do mane
What
bitch ain't no playin by da rules
Deyll neva see me sweat i know howta play it smoove
Cross yo tees dot yo Is eyes
Pop up on em like surprise
Niggas
And Nelly and Missy and Jigga
God damn, it's all a plan devised by the Man, it's a conspiracy
Against fake shit, and anybody who can't make hits or ain't
And Nelly and Missy and Jigga
God damn, it's all a plan devised by the Man, it's a conspiracy
Against fake shit, and anybody who can't make hits or ain't
people, this is a party
It don't get broke up by the tsunami
It ain't nothin' like new money
I been been been smokin' loud
'Fore they started makin' blue
getting all the love you never gave, (woo) yeah
You've been out all night
Diggin' my grave
So keep on runnin' 'round
Ain't no need to hurry back
ya
Is you ready, what’s the hold up?
You ain’t ’bout no drama, you remind me of my mama
Smelling like flower balm and Escada
Shut it down and you don’t
from baretta-etta (They'd catch that)
By your King like Waikida or Caretta-etta
And when the chips are down ain't no gettin' fed up
We bet on gettin'
(check)
The roof topless, I'm showin' my ass
I brought New York back ya niggas ain't got a chance
Remix!
We fly high no lie you know this (ballin!)
got over her wit some Models
No child left behind but you ain’t got no rights
Just the wrongs illustrated by Silly songs on life
And you gon fall jai
want you, I need you, I gotta be near you
Ooh, I got a strange kind of woman, yes I have
She finally said she loved me
I wed her in a hurry
No more
the wrong she's done
When you see my baby
Tell her I said, hurry home
If you see my baby
Tell her I said, hurry home
I ain't had no real good lovin'
Since my
a nigga make him feel like a kid again.
[Chorus]
Straight up, I ain't got no conversation for ya,
Nigga talk to the (cannon)
Have a few words with
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