fall out with Eminem (Chicka) No! Did I really get dropped from "Tommy Boy" (Chicka) No! Nigga please, I use more tools than "Black and Decker" Wrote songs for niggas for classic
Widow, call me Ms. White I done been through it all, shoot-outs and fist fights Brooklyn bitch, it go wrong I get right Back with a classic, now gimmie
black widow, call me Miss White I done been through it all, shootouts and fistfights Crooklyn bitch, you go wrong I get right Back with a classic, now
not test my gangsta, just, raise your glasses Mami, shake ya asses, this is a thug classic [Lil' Kim] Make a hole make a hole and let the Queen come
can't even believe that You livin the single life, damn I need that I hate to see a queen without a king If I had you I'd get you e'rything Coast to
fess up I just gave you another G, an told you "pick ya dress up" For the weddin, the settin was set 40 G's for your ring, you's a Queen sippin Moet I
play of the week G.P.A. 4.0 and the game's complete Skintone buttercream, all defensive team Dreamgirl like Jennifer Hudson, you're my Queen To be, I'
yo That pinky ring shit yo It's that pinky ring shit, the legend of masked kid Shoot out the speakers when my guns get jurassic Superbad, who am I? Dolemite classic
you take the blame You ass, went from Jaz to hangin' with Caine, to Herb, to Big And, Eminem murdered you on your own shit You a dick-ridin' faggot, you love the attention Queens
f-ck up in here Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh that n-ggas know you can't really f-ck with that Pusha T, the Clipse just made a classic Good music
[Pusha T - Chorus] Doing my thing, pocket full of green hand on my d-ck in my thousand dollar jeans your girl a Queen, my girl a thing you know what though
She was a real royal lady, true patron of the arts Said the best country singers die in the back of classic cars So if I ever got too hungry for a suitcase
in Maddox, then let ya dame have it, flames to the attic The stains on ya fabric, the paint in the graphic Canibus and G Rap, bangin a classic And if
The 3 color flag can't hold my baggys sag 7 1 8 to omega Black motion is ocean style Slick in my ways since days of the classic Now glamour boys want
as Jimmy Iovine, as corrupt as Don King Boxed into the ghetto, so be champ with the bling Industry's the arena, the internet is the ring You train audible Queens
' mad kids, respect all my gangsta's doin' bad shit An' that's it, Mad Child does nitroglycerin and acid Warlock, focused on witch craft You're listening to classic
fuckin' throw ya head up Yeah Yo, yo he got his stones from Greece In his mouth he had like thirty plus karats Big ratchets, smoke cigars like a Bogart classic