name it's a game Cause they know that they don't spit the same It's a shame, what people do for 10 minutes of fame Everyday it's the same thing, People
admit when it's at it's end 'Cause I'm at the end of my wits with half the shit gets in I got a list Here's the order of my list that it's in - It goes
out of the spots, (it's all good) When we overseas, getting that cheese, whipping the hottest V's Blowin' exotic trees, playa, (it's all good) When I'
thousand, fifteen, nigga, we can take off the wheel A Georget Jetson, so ya'll sit still Chill, peace to Queens, so the God Allah reel's reel It's the
for dope, we operate in all aspects of organized crime. And if there's one thing I'm sure of, it's that drugs destroy your mind and destroy your home
hide Some are rich, some are poor Kings and Queens Beggars Fools As they die they're all the same Fate is cruel but who's to blame Black Death rules
to ya ear I make the devil do the work of God and God do evil I'm both positive and negative, I'm like two people Both from New York, New York, so trife
I know what's wrong, let me hear ya, I think I know what's wrong It's the queen who closed the door the family that lies The people who turn the cat
: [Chorus: Sample, (Inspectah Deck)] The power of God's in you (show and prove) The power of God's in you (show and prove) The power of God's in you (
kissed babies gave it a nice try you know what I hate pictures of other peoples kids I hate plastic couches in other peoples cribs I hate when other peoples crib?s
place flowers on dead men's, you cowards beheaded Dark clouds hover the Reverend My rap industry, ministry, her menstrual bleed Every couple of years, here's
here is a moment of truth So take the record to the DJ booth And let's start this, let the beat get dumb Cause I'm a shake it all night and then some People
all the problems is gone 'Scept all my people keep on dying when all the babies is born I changed the styles without a tool, favor and dad's call It's
fed jail where all my dawgs lurk War hurts much to gain 'til the day we all say May your pain be champagne then we all blaze away At our enemies, may
from Queens and Fritz from Harlem Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starvin Pushin cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's But there's a long list
this [Chorus] Save the music y'all, save the music y'all Save the music y'all, save the music y'all Save the music [Nas] Be, be, 'fore we came to this country We were kings and queens
my queen in a gold casket Your mother's the closest thing to God that you ever have kid I'm askin, what would you do at your own mom's funeral Wanna pick
