Givin' the play, million shipped today, who got shit to say? Poured it in Broadway, check me out in the big display That's overlookin', Bronx, Queens,
that I search for The fire in my eyes is hot as Earth's core What hurts more, the fact that we still dirt poor In hard times force crimes out of honest
stick up and a pick up pick up Telling lies and telling lies will put your face on fire Run and tell your friends to never dream, never win Ghettos keep
Tower to ma and pop, I move out stop Shower your mom block, move out with glocks Raw to the cook, look, move out them blocks Take it to the bucks who
: Out of all the save roads promised, We return to the one with no self control. It's a fuel to the fire that should never burn While everything around
I don't shine if you don't shine Put your back on me Put your back on me Put your back on me The stars are blazing like rebel diamonds cut out of the
Queen (Yeah Yeah Yeah) Give it to 'em Queen (I got it) Give it to 'em Queen (Yeah Yeah Yeah) Give it to 'em Queen (I got it) Give it to 'em Queen (Yeah
: Alright listen, I'm back again cause that's what you required of Me steady rhyming, and I'm so sick and tired of Being forced to put suckers in their
me and you will burn Yes in the fire you will burn Jah know? Cause ah... Music, 45 King, music Latifah the Queen Music, domination to bring the world Irie, say in the fire
data banks cuz the earth & space gave birth to this paleface supreme -- linguistic -- mental machine your brain cells swell - the intellects extreme fire
: [Mom] Momma's so proud of you, you did so good on that report card today baby I'mma let you pick out whatever you want [Obie] Ma, I can get any shoes
it all alone, We! Young Money raised me, grew up out in Paisley Southside Jamaica, Queens and it's crazy Cause I'm still hood, Hollywood couldn't change me Shout out
'd be surprised, who'd be the one to put you to sleep Why you stink? Yo these streets don't allow you to blink You get showered by lead, comin out with
man) aiyo [Raekwon] From out the air space, I'm rockin' leather pants in the tenth grade My pen blaze, now we in the wind gate, killin' haze Put this
first degree Come on, now, baby, come on-on Okay, okay, can the ladies come out and play with Mr. Meth I ain't trynna take you out your way Why break
my money long, lanky! So I'm flexible stretching out my decimel's Switching up the flow got the crowd going testicles Can't bleep it out cause there wasn
out The drug bug'll getcha, it'll make you shout The drug bug'll getcha if ya don't watch out" Know Judy, homeboy? The girl's clucked out [The Jimmy
Many fight fi the crown, but there's only one King Many girls want the title, but there's only one Queen One King for the Queen, one Queen for the King