Lyrics:
the queen, you're the king
All by yourself
You always hated sports
You buzzed your hair short
Dyed it pink to piss them off
With a hand poke tattoo
Had me on the hook
Just a glance was all it took
Trust me, I was (I was) shook
Played it by the book
You were the queen, I was your rook
But I
[Intro - Shadow - talking]
Geah, Lou turn it up a little bit nigga
(rowdy I see you nigga)
Yeah (Queens)
Yo this Shadow in this motherfucker
to slappin harder
Not by your favorite rapper, producer, not even Shawn Carter
Has touched it. Though many have tried
And it bangs, as long as you are alive
the man of the hour
Never sour Ferny Fern, yeah
Come by the TV
And just kick it with me
Put the Netflix on
Bust a quickie with me
Come get frisky with me
By any means necessary
We built the country up, we'll burn it down
I say violence is necessary
Violence is a part of America's culture
It is
in my glass, cusp that shit is the bomb
Well, ya know the Stickman rocks microphones
The Queen is Dead and Jeremy Jones
I said where it's at, but
Its gang one am
Gotta redo my verse
Cuz I deleted the shit by accident
But lets get it bitch
Pretty lady she can be my queen
She be special seen her
Surrounded by my real niggas
They cock back, they see
Caps, they peal quicker, real killers
Real business, it's never personal, Jack
Remember that fuck up my
Can't rock w the gang, if you ain't gonna bang
Brodie keep the heat this ain't child's play
Body real right, put it on Display
I am the Queen you bitches
it's up to me to do right for myself
Really can't blame my luck on anything else
Fame or no fame, I'll still rock to every bit of
Honor, displayed in my
about 9 o'clock
The great ship Titanic began to reel and rock
Husbands and wives
Little children lost their lives
Wasn't it sad, wasn't it sad
When that
alarmed by my white complexion
In a right direction, ayo, Cons
() , let's hear my song
So I'ma smoke a nice big L and put it on
Who rock grooves and make
It takes lots of little moves
To make this jive
But if you're just gonna hover
Like some drone who's undercover
There's no need for me to keep you by
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
of having it all, then you drop
Don't shoot me down I'm trynna bring peace, Scott La Rock
When things get hard, hard as a rock
Things get hard sometimes, hard
it be like run your coat black
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
from, it be like run your coat black
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
freaky flow
Control the mic like Fidel Castro locked Cuba
So deep that you can't scuba dive
My jive's origin is unknown like the Jubas
I've accumulated
in the south
Already know what we bout
Steadily holding it down down
Said I, I
I got it now
Beats and the flow I got it now
Cheese rolling in by
We don't say swag no more we say swank
Yo, yo, Hip-Hop's a jungle
Uh, lost in his time I'm just tryna get it like a boss in his prime
These fake
or feast till I make it front street
You won't ever be criticized by a real king
You will never be villainized by ya real friends
When you at peace you
Cartel. We got all the guns that you need to feel secure, provided by the Weapons industry. Kid Rock heaven. All you have to do is stay in your place and do
there by the name of William Brown.
I served my master faithfully for seven long years or more
Till I shipped aboard The Ocean Queen belonging to Tramore.
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