[Intro: LL Cool J & The Lost Boyz]
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No question about it
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Queens represent!
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EEEEUUUuuhhh!
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Uh! say what?
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Queens represent!
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YYYEEEEAAAHHHH!
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Come on!
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Get down baby, down down down down down now!
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Queens represent!
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Are you down now
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Lost Boyz, LL Cool J
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Are ya's down now
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[Chorus: The Lost Boyz]
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You wanna get paid? You wanna get laid?
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Pimp Yearlings in 360 ways
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Live your life in an ill real way
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Got 6 rides in your little drive-way
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You get mad puff-lie all day
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Make plans with your crime family
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Get money money, take money money
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Get money money, take money money
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[Verse One: LL Cool J]
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By age 19 Tyheim is turned out
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he ain't talking much, keep a dutch in his mouth
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cop the aberrettes
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Orange and Blue
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Laced the Gore-tex, stepped with his crew
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Black superstar, Jesus piece
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Who he prayin' to? God or the Beast
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Some bust blocks, feared on the block
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Traded in the trucks for a silver drop top
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Drug money flowin'......
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Jealousy is growin'......
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Paranoia got him second guessin'
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D-T's on his back got him stressin'
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He was at the light blazin' up traum
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Around the corner came a tinted out Yukon
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Ten slugs in the door made him fall
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Guess he should of never hustled at all
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[Chorus]
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[Verse two: LL Cool J]
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My man Tay-Kwan like the chicks alot
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Even when he hustled he kept them in his spot
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He liked to fuck alot and make the rubber pop
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5 baby mothers
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1 live on my block
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Shinin' in the club
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Chickens showin' love
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Cash bubblin' from pimpin' and drugs
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He a real pretty cat
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He get from his moms
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Back in the seventies, she was the bomb
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His games top notch, and he don't stop
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He hit a reverends daughter in a church parkin' lot
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Tay-Kwan is sick, heartless with chicks
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He liked to beat 'em up, make 'em suck dick
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Met a little shorty, brought her back to Queens
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Honey got the virus, you know the routine
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Not only did he walk away with the HIV
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Her man's jealous, jooked him rediculously
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Three: LL Cool J]
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UH UH UH UH UH UH UH UH
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Yolanda's alway's got a sceam
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Credit cards in ATM machines
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Used to make coats, holdin' work got arrest
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Honey made sons pockets bleed to death
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She a vet, yet she look innocent and sweet
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When she wet, aint no controllin' the heat
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For baguettes she give love to ill thugs
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Age of 15 she learned to pump drugs
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Then she got pregnant, abandoned the kid
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Met this drug kid, set him up and slid
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Now she 23 full blown in the mix
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Sizin' up wits than more cliques is gettin' chips
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She down for whatever, as long as it pays
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She tipped off the kids and got Tyheim blazed
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She was in the same Yukon, laughin' with the thug
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He said thanks for settin' Tyheim up
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Take a slug
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[Chorus]
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[Outro: LL, The Lost Boyz]
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[LL Cool J:]
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Get paid mommy, come on, come on
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Get paid daddy, come on, come on [repeat 4x]
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The Lost Boyz:
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Nigga's they wellin' they just don't know
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It be LL and 83rd rockin the show
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Now nigga's they front, they just don't know
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But nigga's wanna stick they ball in that hole
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Oh oh oh oh oh, UH uh uh uh oh
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Uh uh oh, uh oh oh oh !
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Wanna Get Paid
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| LL Cool J |
