Ayo, queens get the money, niggas still screaming, paper chasing But presidential candidates is planning wars With other nations over steak with masons
Ayyo, Queens get the money, niggas still screaming paper chase. But presidential candidates is planning wars with other nations, over state with Masons
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: Ayyo, Queens get the money, niggas still screaming paper chase. But presidential candidates is planning wars with other nations, over state with Masons
at 19, a gritty fiefa For money, power, respect, get it by any means A New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper Decimal doctor, multiply to get
under The same sky That I'm under Who gets money, remain fly Yeah, I wonder? Eyes flutter As love When Nas pops up Stars get starstruck Panties start
on your own shit You a dick-ridin' faggot, you love the attention Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons Ha, R O C get gunned up and clapped quick J.J. Evans get
you to just come, give 'em money Go across the world nigga, go earn, come back and give 'em money for free man Tell them niggaz get a life, get a job,
turned now, got my own label to earn Like that nigga said, in dead presidents, money I burn Queens bridge, pay homage, respect Nas is the vet Acknowledge
real shit, blazed the Philly It's summertime, shout out to Will Smith 'Cause who didn?t wanna be the Fresh Prince? Flat top, gold chain and some fresh kicks? My nigga Nas told me money
blazed the Philly It's summertime shout out to Will Smith 'cause who didn't wanna be the Fresh Prince Flat top, gold chain and some fresh kicks? My nigga Nas told me money
