Q45 Why niggas keep asking the question They got the answer to 'em The bullets do the same thing to you that the cancer do I never bring death to nigga
greeting Or would you rather progress onto a higher plateau? Truely I'm taking it slow Enough for you to seek the knowledge and to know I'm the Q U
Yo yo brand new KRS y'all, Maximum Strength 5 Boroughs of death we rep to death Yo Kris, set it for The Bronx.. [KRS-One] We hit em and get em, we
, developed grimey dude Stuck delivery, took all his Chinese food I'm so good but bad, I'm so kind but rude Americas most wanted, should have signed a Q
headlocks You violate I let the led pop Makin' you a movin' target I'll send a slug through ya garments Think I give a fuck who you involved wit'? Q.
do's from don'ts Niggas be slittin' they wrist, losing they hoes Some dudes be confused when they broke Misrabale, looking death in the eye don't blink
no contributions No charity, hoes carry me Out the spot drunk, cussin', but it don't matter b I got legs with no gravity losin' my keys On the loose, a young wolf in the street Q
I be runnin' in and out, Every muthafuckin' house, in the cut, goin' for the green Protected by the tec, nuts, guts, and heart in the city where it's all death
B, D double E P wit Bounty Killer No other gun runners keep a round like this From Q U double E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death Whether
Sweat till you drench your blouse and your skirt And I'm-a freak you till you pass out Pay cash out, baby, tear your back out, keep bangin' Ho, B.L.A.Q
a vet Henny rap, feel it up on your chest Green eyes try and smuggle my rep So upset but you love it to death Get it in, shits, nothing to Deck, he set
Positivity, yes Na, na, na, na, na, na, so slow Can a boy who drops out at school At thirteen years of age Answer the Q of life and death When it
don't kill people, rappers do (Summon the police) Woop woop woop Guns don't kill people, rappers do I seen it in a documentary on BBC 2 Shot to death
(Verse 1) Freestyle: I SUGGEST YOU KEEP YOUR DISTANCE MY DEATH BLOW'S INEVITABLE, AND YOURE SUSCEPTIBLE TO PHYSICAL INJURY, THIS MUSIC INDUSTRY IS FULL
[Verse One: Q-Unique] Enter the bragin, Q-Leechan from the providence of hip-hop Do bodily damage like a combination kick-chop Teacher Sifu Herc and Sensei
's rich the hell with peasants Tenants of apprehensive board games and beast incentives Relative to the back of my hand Stripping my face mash with meat bleeding to death
Hampstead, it's close to the shacks of park south Well, I'll be outside slingin', you're always high And don't come around to the crossroads of life We're to the death