put your face on fire Run and tell your friends to never dream, never win Ghettos keep a crying out to streets full of zombies Kids are killing kids and
do it all alone, We! Young Money raised me, grew up out in Paisley Southside Jamaica, Queens and it's crazy Cuz I'm still hood, Hollywood couldn't change me Shout out
s there to care about? People know my whereabouts Anywhere I want, private jet in and out Whip brand new, you know what Tim about Ferrari 5-99 Windows Tinted out
flooded With the Bronx, it's a warnin', stormin' guns out From, 'Dusk Til Dawn' and it's on, no doubt Keep a eye on yo' bitch when I'm roamin' about And put
fire again She said I don't mind, you don't mind 'Cause I don't shine if you don't shine Put your back on me Put your back on me Put your back on me
tried to play me waved her hands up in my face Yo I told her check your man cause bitch you acting out of place M to the A to the S to the K Put the
Two crazy big stars from opposite worlds 'Bout to set this track on fire (Yeah, she's the queen of country) He's a comedy prince Makin' something out
in the bushes? You better speak out or I'm a let my shotgun song sing out" Who is this? I hope this ain't the law Jump out the bushes with my sawed-
the stanky so everybody know my money long, lanky! so I'm flexible stretching out my decimel's switching up the flow got the crowd going testicles can't bleep it out
deh so me go Pass me di weezla Gotta keep it tight like a Speedo And you a fire like a torpedo pon rapido Wah mi gal dem fi do Gyal just bruk out pon
I'ma keep living the life You damn right [Prodigy] Murda, murda, the murder Killa, killa, the killer From Queens goddammit I'ma menace to the planet Put
cold as hockey gloves I light it up and take off that beef and broccoli high Chocolate tie, green skunk, south Jamaica queens punk Stand up ya boy's back put
know I play by rules an I'm ma keep on At least that the plan but if you keep on I might be forced to leave game alone (You hot like fire) It hurts
And turn the tables on 'em, I call her DJ Break-a- Trick 'Cause all your money, she'll be takin' it Put her on the pedestal, your queen on the throne
bleeding out the ass Asphyxiation is simple and fast It beats seventeen fun years of being someones bitch Don't think (stay) Drink your wine (home) Watch the fire
[Intro] Chong: Hey man! Check this out. I got the best KUSH ever man! Cheech: Aw, man... I've been so out... You got sent from heaven! All right, man,
them niggas amp you money 'Cause I got niggas in Queens that kill for pamper money Move like Kaiser, Jayson Williams slaughter the driver My daughter Maniyah, know that the kid spit fire
