ass of Doughboy and Wack 10 I suggest you stay tuned muthafuckas [B-Real's verse] It takes two of you faggets to get with one of me Now I'm running
started thinkin' God doesn't love us Two odd motherfuckers Who just happened to meet at the right time What a coincidence 'cause when 50 got shot up in Jamaica Queens
Yea I got a dolla and a dream, hey [clears throat] Ay, I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team Everything ain't what it seems Niggas hatin' but I love
of the classic Now glamour boys want to be triple phatted But I'm slicker this year, I'm slicker this year, yea East born Beast candles on Lovely all
avenue, I know, when they see us sing, there she is [Talib] Fresher than Tony Rebel's vestibules at African street festivals My incredible women is, plentiful Over the years
the avenue, I know, when they see us sing, there she is [Talib] Fresher than Tony Rebel's vestibules at African street festivals My incredible women is, plentiful Over the years
from fears, always be here Love your moms and hate the streets Love your moms and hate the heat Love your moms while she resting in peace Love your
to keep you warm In whatever shape or form Baby girl gotta put me on (Mad Child) It's been ten years runnin' and you still look stunnin' One in a million
avenue, I know, when they see us sing, there she is Fresher than Tony Rebel's vestibules at African street festivals My incredible women is, plentiful Over the years
, I'm like Papa Bear I'm just looking for a queen so I can rock her ear Tell her P. Tone in here I got her locked this year I'm not your average girl
sit down, polly with the top five families Blocka-blocka, boom, now they all dead Now I'm the only one gettin' that bread, that's right And the only one
he want a glass casket Parents died when he was five years old Made his way inside the US with Columbian Gold A fake name and a passport Benetton luggage, one
t no Yo, Ghostface, my gold is fifty hundred, I want my money) NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE! I love you my nigga, Happy New Year
, with my vocal tones I rinses Opportunity and the beat knocks Women, give me rhythm like beatbox But it's the year of completion I want a Queen to complete
When she wants plenty, she gets plenty And then she gets plenty more, uhh Yup, and every day is her day, and every year is her year Anyone tried to
are appreciated Lady, don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady Dear mama, place no one above ya, sweet lady You are appreciated, don't cha know we love
sold a million, now you half of me Get off my dick, kick it bitch Love for BI? Then bust one in the sky Haters watch your back We might bust one in
Uh huh, yeah Cluminati, Q B, new Mobb Deep For the year 2 G, best of Queens Niggaz know what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout If they don't hear, how they know