| At 14, tried out for the ball team
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| Junior high, they denied me
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| I shot bricks that made the backboard scream
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| Fightin' Italian rival gangs, they were sniffin' glue
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| I was skippin' school, smokin' green, that was the shit to do
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| Stole somebody’s team jacket, slept through my classes
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| The borough of Queens, so it’s rep the Q to the casket
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| Average student had delusions of the supernatural
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| Horror movie addict, Werewolf fanatic and Drucul
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| One night after school when train hoppin' and snatching jewels
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| I dozed at midnight, I woke up a little after 2
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| My hands shook violently, my eyes took red
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| My hair spun in waves, bread was the only word I said
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| I heard voices and the nights callin'
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| Them Benz engines roarin'
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| Heard that gin and champagne pourin' and n****s ballin'
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| I put the .22 on my waist, the face and the moon had a mean look
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| I transformed to the Queens Wolf
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| You can hear me growlin' through public housin'
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| No tellin', might wake up in Queens House or Rikers Island
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| A Queens Wolf
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| Ladies wanna get beside him
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| If haters try bustin' the silver bullet inside him, they dyin'
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| They hear me growlin' through public housin'
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| No tellin', might wake up in Queens House or Rikers Island
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| A Queens Wolf
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| Ladies wanna get beside him
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| If haters try bustin' the silver bullet inside him, they dyin'
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| Waking up is a pleasure, though last night I can’t remember
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| Cash up on my dresser, where’d it come from? |
| This is messed up
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| What kind of fatal drug am I taking? |
| Who laced it?
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| Previous night memories, who erased 'em? |
| Wasn’t even wasted
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| I do recall the nightfall, lunar, the stars around it
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| Then my man called, said what I did, the goons are talkin' 'bout it
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| Singing me praises, said I lit the corners up
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| It sounded like Vietnam, screaming out QB and I’m the loudest
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| Homey, them dudes is scared, you gon' spray 'em, word to Bing
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| They’ll do anything, pay you real good to be on their team
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| So that explain the money and the chains that’s on my dresser drawer
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| That wasn’t there the day before, I suppress 'em all
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| But I be on some cool shit, nigga, my QU shit
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| Audemar watch, burn a peach Swish, new whip
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| Stoli vodka, club soda with my new chick
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| Ah shit, teeth showin, snarling when the moon’s lit
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| You can hear me growlin' through public housin'
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| No tellin', might wake up in Queens House or Rikers Island
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| A Queens Wolf
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| Ladies wanna get beside him
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| If haters try bustin' the silver bullet inside him, they dyin'
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| They hear me growlin' through public housin'
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| No tellin', might wake up in Queens House or Rikers Island
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| A Queens Wolf
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| Ladies wanna get beside him
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| If haters try bustin' the silver bullet inside him, they dyin' |