Lyrics:
keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violater the album
Go, go, go!!
[l boogie]
This is for my mob and my thug niggas
Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio nigga, and do it again
To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't stop
That's why they get the disconnected message when they try and hit me
Switch the number on 'em: it's new jack city
Went from prom queen to prom fiend
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it?s hard to believe
Well it?s true homeboy, it?s not a lie
I used to sell tapes on sunnyside
I used
inauguration the same time your impeachment
I got a lotta anger, I was hot before your first year
Not your album, but before your momma potty trained ya
I-I
Go on let me slide inside, I love the way that you ride
Know you feeling the vibe, by the screw music I provide
I turn the tune up, two days before
Go on let me slide inside, I love the way that you ride
Know you feeling the vibe, by the screw music I provide
I turn the tune up, two days before
majesty
Took the beat from Queen B
Name is Heir
But you know I'm king
What you think?
This one for the freaks
By my second Drink
I want a summer fling
You
My limit it's limitless
I say that as my credit card reached its limit, fuck
Wit me, never dealt dimes or nickels, but by 2 quarters my album doing
and ain't trying to find her
You're not minor so little mama I'm gonna name you
Queen Koopa for the night tonight I'm gonna claim you
Picture your leg lifted
why I do this shit on my own
One man army yea I do this shit solo
Every freestyle hit like Miguel Cotto
I found my Queen I ain't focused on no hoe
If
Do I gotta explain
Why Y'all songs be plain
18 nd I'm on my second car while y'all hoes getting by via train
How could you not see
All my money
failed
Called you by surprise
Now the Devil in your eyes
Devil in your pie, see a coochee
Hit the broad
Stupid that you feelin' to live
In the crack
please
Queen corn, standin' tall, out in Ioway
Queen corn, standin' tall
We squeeze corn till we hit that wall, squeeze that corn till you hit that wall
King's on his ping pong, got the rap game by the handle!
Afghan with a camel-bak strapped to my ammo!
Queen dressed in that camo!
I got that ghillie suit
at a high speed
Watchin all the slow runners pass by me
I can see through you, due to, my Queens education
Speaking in behalf of this drug-game nation
(Repeat x2)
Crime life!
(Lil' Cease)
Yo, yo!
When it's on it's on, writing's on the floor
Guts in his bed, the blood's on us all
Before he hit the floor,
layin dead cause he came for me
Verse 2
(Noreaga)
I had the Queens hoodie on wit the blood on my sleeve
Gave that nigga one offer he could take
Back, I Got Your Back
In Anything We Do
In Any Situation, We Come To Equal Truths
You Are My Queen, I Am Your King
Lets Do It Lovers Do
[Verse 2
'em grown and then watch 'em lead
Let me proceed, bumpin' that that Californication, by the Red Hot
Fuck around and then hit 'em with a red dot
Y'all
that Pimp caught two cases
He got probation, said, "Fuck you hoes"
We finish the album, got ready to do a couple shows
And then he violated, one month
first met, we wasn't on the same page
From pettiness understandings that got cleared up with age
Two young boys who was ready to mash
Put P
his daddy name was Blunt (uh)
Got hooked on the stones (uh), rehabbed for a month (uh)
By the time that I was five, my mama was traumatized
'Cause
the harbor lit by the stars
Anchored there, bold and proud and weaving with the waves
Was the small merchant vessel on which she'd stow away
The ship left port
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