queen, heard the bragging of kings Whose laughter was as bitter as a scorpion sting? Forced in the ring with idiots so many cliques Letting out automatic clips A dead
justice In a land where there's no justice at all? Who is really the victim Or are we all the cause and victim of it all? But death is the silence In
as a Brooklyn baby (Yo, yo, yo) Bedstuy, this is my life (Yo, yo, yo) A Brooklyn baby, I was born up in King's County Inside the womb seven months before the Queen
she hustled so I hit her with a pack Yeah, screw how many mics you got How much ice you got my bullets?ll make you icy hot Y?all, all my niggas killas
to keep it Never was the one that like to hound no bitch All I do is try to keep niggaz around me rich Screw all-a-y'all cowards, I consider you lames
fathers features puff heavenly, see me at 6'1" weigh a buck 70 catch me in spots yall niggas never be packed in like green bay harlem week to queens
Chillin', sittin' on about half a million With all my niggaz, all my guns, all my women Next two years, I should see about a billion All for the love
some money to feed my daughter To all my peoples in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'? It's all good baby, baby, check it It was all a dream, I
and rolled up lit it Had a shorty that I brought home hit it Sent her on her way I got no time today With all this work I got no time to play Cash
culture, rap I can coach ya Attack like a vulture, see what I told ya? Said I'd get'cha, wear it if it fit ya Y'all thirteen inches, I see the big picture
This is a promise on Diddy's honor I'm a father to ya'll and teach ya with all the drama Don't even bother, or repeat All of your albums play back to
me later" Damn, what went wrong? Can't we all just get along and make hit songs? Bitches all up in my ass like a thong If this was a show, y'all hoes
part 1, speak my sermon, the hood reverand Blunted eyes red, C-Class, a hundred times five red CD's blast, speed fast, haters drop dead I'm gorgeous
is deeper than the sea itself agile moves to make fragile crews deflate under pressure take it to the next measure wit all pleasure and stack treasure....Illegal life forever Yeah all
twenty-four, they did the same to Norman and Lord) (Heard you cop the silver GS, my nigga you scored) Yea, it's nuthin' 'cuz I'm gettin' bread Crack is dead
my fathers features puff heavenly, see me at 6'1" weigh a buck 70 catch me in spots yall niggas never be packed in like green bay harlem week to queens
because I normally came On the R train now me and 5 in the Range We used to twist Phillies and fuck hoes, switch cars and trade guns Them Queens niggaz
, you all for it Can't call it, my defense'll make you forfeit Son, you quit fuckin' wit Iraqs dick The General hoe, create my own chrome like y'all