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Hey yo Queen's get the Money long time no cash
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I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast
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the fool retaliated so I had to think fast
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pull out my heat first, he pull out his heat last
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Now who the fuck you think is livin' to this day?
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I'm tryin' to tell these young niggas crime don't pay
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they looked at me and said "Queen's niggas don't play. Do your thing
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I'll do mine kid stay outta my way".
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It's type hard tryna survive in New York state
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can't stop till I'm eatin' off a platinum plate
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po po comes around and tries to relocate me
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lock me up for ever but they can't deflate me 'cause
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havin' cash is highly addictive
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especially when you're used to havin' money to live with
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I thought step back look at my life as a whole
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Ain't no love it seems the devil done stole my soul
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I'm out for delfia, selfia, P's not helpin' ya
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I'm tryna get this Lexus up, and plus a cellular
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yo Big Noyd! (What up cuzin'?) I can't cope
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With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope.
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Yo it's the r - a double p
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e - r, n - o - y - d
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Niggas can't fuck with me
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comin' straight outta QB
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pushin' an Infiniti
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you ask can I rip it constantly? Mentally?
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Definitely, to the death of me
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come and test me
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trust me, nigga couldn't touch me if he snuff me
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so bust me, you're gonna have to, 'cause I'ma blast you
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my lyrical like a miracle, ill spiritual
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I'm born wit' it
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I'm gettin' on wit' it
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an' I'ma have it 'til I'm fuckin' dead and gone wit' it
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'cause I'm a what? Composer of hardcore
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a lyrical destructor
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don't make me buck ya, cause I'm a wild muthafucka
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you know my flow, you know my stilo
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even pack my gat when I go to see my PO
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Jump out my hooptie
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pass my gat and my lucci to my shorty
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in case my PO try to troop me to the island
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and if I start wildin'
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flippin' on niggas walkin' around wit' da nice gold medallions
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but she didn't violate me, so I escaped see
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back to Queen's pumpin' the fiends makin' more Cream
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know what I mean? I'm a natural born hustler
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won't try to cut ya, pull out my 4 4 and bust ya.
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Yo babe no time for fakin' jacks
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Cuz niggas who fake jacks get laid on their backs
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the streets is real can't roll without steel
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I feel how I feel 'cause I was born to kill
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do what I gotta, to eat a decent meal
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brothers is starvin', don't try to find a job son
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it's all about robbin'
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so don't be alarmed
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when we come through, 'cause we supposed to
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if you opposed to
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get your face blown dude, off the map
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cause I react, attack
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a brother wasn't blessed with wealth so I act like that
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drug dealin'
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I'm frontin on the world once I start 4-wheelin'
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Cause back on the 41st side we do a ride
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Sippin E & J, gettin' bent all night
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Yo, who dat? I never seen him in my whole life
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Step to his business 'cause it's only right
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po po ain't around so I grab my pound
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Money retaliated so I hit the ground
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my life is on the line gotta hold my projects down
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can't see myself gettin' bodied by a clown-ass nigga
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That ain't even from my town
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hit him up in the chest and now he's layin' me down dead
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and up from under the benches I started hearin' sirens
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I stop firin'
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He cut ass like a diamond
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Jetted to the cribpiece, what a relief
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stashed the heat then proceeded to peep out the window
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call my son, "yo son we got beef
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but no question
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Money had a problem so I solved him".
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I got my mind on the stick-up now it's time to get paid
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thinkin' of ways to take loot already made
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there's crime in the air, ain't no time to be afraid
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gimme yours and get laid
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give up the goods and get sprayed.
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I got lots of love, for my crew that is
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no love for them other crews and rival kids
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all them out-a-town niggas know what time it is
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and if they don't they need to buy a watch
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word up
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caught up in the cross-fire get theyself hurt
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while I be sippin' gin straight in a plastic cup
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on a park bench on 12th st., my whole crew's famous
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you tried to bust your gat and keep it real but you nameless
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first of all slow down, you on the wrong route
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let me put you on your feet and show you what's it all about
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the street life ain't nuttin' to play with
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no jokes no games kid
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for years I been doin' the same shit
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just drinkin' liquor, doin' bids
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extortin' crack heads
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and stickin' up the stick-up kids
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Give Up the Goods (Just Step)
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| Mobb Deep |
