[Intro]
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[Prodigy]
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Hit that nigga, man, fuck these niggas
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Straight up, all y'all niggas
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[LL Cool J]
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Yo, Yo
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[Chorus: Prodigy]
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Queens got the vets *click*)
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(Killa Queens, killa killa Queens {Q-U})
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Queens be the best *click* {Yo}
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(Killa Queens, killa killa Queens {Q-U})
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Queens take ya heads {Yo} *click* {Yo}
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(Killa Queens, killa killa Queens {Q-U})
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Queens be the vets {Yo} *click* {Yo}
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(Killa Queens, killa killa Queens)
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[Verse 1: LL Cool J]
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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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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2: LL Cool J]
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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
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With niggas that's invited without recited ignited
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It burn madd slow and that's why - easy to light it
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Me and the ghettos reunited, all the broads is excited
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Your ass looks stupid tryna fight it
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You wanna get your ass smacked up
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So you can dig into the stash that I stacked up
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But when my Queens niggas flashed, then you backed up
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Keep my dogs fed, so they can shit when niggas act up
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It's the L nigga dot com, dot hot lead red dot on your head, Be
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And the rappers you idolized, that idolized me
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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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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Prodigy]
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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
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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)
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[click]
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[Chorus]
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[Chorus till fade - no background]
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Queens Is
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| L.L. Cool J |
