Lyrics:
No question about it
Queens represent!
Uh! say what?
Queens represent! Yeah
Come on!
Get down baby, down down down down down now!
Queens
was when mad was tall and phat was cold
The days of Old Chicago and Fun Town
As shorties we run 'round, play strike outs till sun down
But the shit
You'll come down
Hold my hand, we'll figure this out
When the lines in the snow fade away
I'll be here, when they're gone
You could stay in the smokeclouds
things turn out right
But you can always come with me and sway
So just say what you wanted to say
Cause I'll be gone by the end of the day
I'm not wasting
complain
Because I would not be the same without you (Without you)
Come on buddy let's find a way to pull through this
There's so many people out there
who slept I want your rep want to bet
Today'll be your day of regret
Cause the Rugged Child is coming to town
To find a whole ground that can get
no-one know
I've seen our freedom in the mist of time
The old signs I'll follow for the day
Of relief will be yours and mine
Mother, oh mother you told
my name
Call it my modern day claim to fame
World ain't the same
No comin down
Know that I'm reppin that sound
Are you gone stay with me
Need you be my
and classified
I grab a hold of a mic and let the words glide
It's all hypnotic and sanctified
I never want to let a bad day slip by
Now, we be getting
and counting down the days
Now Ima count it for every dollar that's gone come my way
Never ran from no problems not even ran away
But if you got a problem you
been dreaming bout the day when you're laying by my side
And your melanin will glow when the sun comes to shine, yeah
Shine bright like my future, it's
down
More faith no doubt
Don't wish just pray
Love hard don't hate
Be real see fake
No fear be great
Show up show out
No cap no clout
Head up toes down
and mistreat ya
Hold me down on my darkest days
In case this feeling won't fade away
I admit I'm not as together as I should be as I could be
And I admit I'm not
on the phone calling me
Parking down the street from my
House trying to follow me
Boundaries restricted for a
Thug unconstitutional
Balling out of control from
creep, niggas goin' down for the count
It ain't sweet, fuck around and knock money out
Come on fella, you don't want the dog with the camp
Not Old
Hey, ladies drop it down, just wanna see you touch the ground
Grah, like
Don't be shy girl go bananza, shake your body like a belly dancer
Grah, grah
out of the crib he did crawl
Count Dracula is what he's called
He said, "The sun's gone down, and now it's night
I'm goin' to spread my wings
I thought you were god
I thought you were god. Didn't know you were hurt
Mountains they'll rust
Turn into dust
Strength can fade
Out and unmade
All
the oceans divide us
I will be here right by your side
For the rest of our days
Here for the rest of our days
If you are tired I'll bear your burden
If
decision When you come with Them Superstitions
Bro This is to the Christians That choose to be too religious
With their circumcision Oh No!
Living with No
you wild
Some people gone make it home
But some people don't make it out
Them penitentiary calls keep a nigga grounded
Talking to my people keep me
Buss it down (cash)
Gusha by the ounce
Break it down, you hear the sound (Sheesh)
The freaks come out at night
& all we living for is right now (ya)
Pay day comes to slay
Battle of wolves and bull
Imperial cat animals
Like edibles with addibles
Get's shoot out by a catapult
Each soul to the outer
Where our love sleeps beneath the waves
Like trees crying leaves upon forgotten graves
We come back down under blood red skies
The light in her hair
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