| Hit that nigga, man, fuck these niggas
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| Straight up, all y’all niggas
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| Yo, Yo Queens got the vets *click*)
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| (Killa Queens, killa killa Queens)
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| Queens be the best *click*
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| (Killa Queens, killa killa Queens)
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| Queens take ya heads *click*
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| (Killa Queens, killa killa Queens)
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| Queens be the vets *click*
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| (Killa Queens, killa killa Queens)
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| Uhh, Yeah, Yeah, Uh huh, 'Cord this shit
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| 'Cuz I’m bout to practice this shit
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| I’m here to crack ya cat’s skulls open
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| Fuck ya head up, more than that bullshit ya smokin'
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| Niggas buzz you in the door, but I blew it open
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| Ya rhymes is trash, that verse aint worth the token
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| Try to hop this, monotonous, murderous thoughts
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| When I’m plottin this, overthrow the government
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| Burn the whole metropolis
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| Lyrical warfare, hip-hip apocalypse
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| Strap devils to the chairs
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| Start shockin shit, Q U, I chew through
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| We could battle in the projects and give or take the clue
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| Flex could take one, too
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| The wait, I’m supplyin'
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| My crew pop they iron from? |
| HTM? |
| to the peaks of Mount Zion
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| I’m ready for the showdown
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| Mention my name, cowboy, watch it go down
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| I blow through your clique like hurricane Floyd
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| Keep rappers paranoid, kept your bodies in the game
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| Is something I can’t avoid
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| Shit get tricky like Zigfried and Roy
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| I seek and destroy
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| Uhh, turn me up a little
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| I’m a blaze yall niggas and represent queens
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| Run up in ya cribs, fill ya tubs qwith gasoline
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| Smash ya plaques, tie ya arms back
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| What’s ya worse nightmare, Black? |
| I’m beyond that
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| The mic how I strike it, got 'em dialin’psychics
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| Roll with minds, don’t give a fuck if you don’t like it With niggas that’s invited without recited ignited
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| It burn madd slow and that’s why — easy to light it Me and the ghettos reunited, all the broads is excited
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| Your ass looks stupid tryna fight it You wanna get your ass smacked up So you can dig into the stash that I stacked up But when my Queens niggas flashed, then you backed up Keep my dogs fed, so they can shit when niggas act up It's |
| the L nigga dot com, dot hot lead red dot on your head, Be And the rappers you idolized, that idolized me I walk in the spot, niggas part like the Red Sea
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| And Todd sharper horrors, we battle to the death
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| Tonight there’s no tomorrow
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| I’m out for revenege, like rebels in Nicaragua
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| But I can take it farther
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| Travel back in time, fill ya baby bottle with lava
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| Fucker, yo, aiyyo
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| This is how we put it down, this is Veteran’s Day
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| We work hard so we can play hard and push them big things
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| Persistant, we keep comin’like some nigs
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| Droppin albums, every few years we rich
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| We the best, we the vets
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| We do this for the love, we thirst for that street shit
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| It’s P, nigga, check my record, it’s flawless
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| Do the knowledge to the chorus
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| Yeah ya fuckin’right
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| While I was raised on my fuckin’life
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| I did my time on them corners, now I lead the fuckin’life
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| Large dollars, guns and ice
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| Is nothin’you know my weight and the price of it You know how the Q dogs do cousin
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| We don’t follow trends, we set those, so get up on it
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| (So get up on it) |