get smacked silly, you get smacked silly Fucking with these niggas from the, what you gonna do When you ready, shit I was born ready And I was all ready
repose It's much too late She lies there all alone Alas the dreams Inside her heart Sleep forever silent Imprisoned by the dead Daughters of the queen
unless you pedaling bikes I mean cycling I was liking it Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again I need henny on the rock, my Queen top notch And
family with two little children in school where all little children should be I went to the orientation All
you can, Kathy was a man T.V. baby blue wires Smile and nod your head, dead is like it's dead Road food I hear you walkin' down the hallway Road food
Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah-Ah Ah Ah-Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah-Ah Ah Ah-Ah Ah Ah Ah I see some brokers in the club yo yo They got aces on the tab yo yo They wanna cut the queen
bible shit (Chorus) Tell em geppetos my niggas is ghetto with scarface dreams At the block with that hard rate, that's all they seen Niggas killin niggas on broad day on all
lightning Ladies I'll love you all tomorrow like Annie And I bet you'll all leave with wet panties Cause I can make a eighty yard dash come back fast Wrap rappers all
swervin in Queens, playa Ballin a lot, brawlin for props, callin the shots Hit the curb, birds all on the flock Jockin, like "who that there covered in all
you down 'cause you're fronting A dead leader can't tax your mind Therefore he's not a threat to your personal time All the lagging and the dragging
got plenty of know-how Remember if it wasn?t for them, you wouldn?t be out here now And I ain?t comin? at you with no disrespect All I?m sayin? is that
jump (jump) If you want the respect then come (come) Get it from a nigga that'll merk you Or tattoo ya name on my arm Like you one of my dead homies,
My mother exact opposite, by all means And it would hurt, when she see me walking in state greens I be like ma chill, 'cause it?s all good In just two
what?s it gonna be? A nigga layin' dead 'cause he came for me Yo it?s a body in the trunk son So what?s it gonna be A nigga layin' dead 'cause he came
from corner to castles with pawns and capsules Scramble and find, my money's up, I'm praying for war I do this all the time, all the time, all the time
from all angles Fuck a rope nigga, my gold chain'll hang you Danish darts, language arts, slanger banger you Punk motherfucka... [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] All you talk is poor... All
that, though, son? Come on, son, that's what I was, that shit, yo Let me tell you something, I ain't gon' front, yo I love you and all that, son (then
Yo deep in the trenches Wig, young black green beret Chrome laser guns blazing at spades Wallabies, cherry noose, kool-aid 10 niggas call it Tai-Chi Black blades, one hundred dollar seats Hold up, we at the opera Queen