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(feat. Cam'Ron, DJ Clue, Prodigy)
[Pen whispers "I Reps" while DJ Clue is talking] [DJ Clue] William nigga Yeah!DJ Clue, Desert Storm, you know how we do things Q-u-double-e- radio And the question of the day, Is who, and what you rep Caller number 1, you on the line [Verse 1: Prodigy] Ayo its P, big chunky 40 inch chains I could fuck your woman, but I perfer brains I could duff you out wit guns and bang I'ma certified, bonofied, Mobb Nigga man This ain't no '87 rap battle This is 2001, bloodsport, nigga i'll get at you This is criminal shit, I'm so infamous I'm so gangsta, these niggas be nervous When we pop up, ya knees lock up Ya stomach catch butterflies And ya heart pumps Suppose to be scared, suppose to be 'wared When you see me get the fuck out my way Nigga I'm in here And I ain't come for the glamour and glitz I came to fuck you up bad, get drunk, and find me a bitch So where you at girl, holla at the kid 'Fore I slay one of these lame niggas in here, straight up [DJ Clue] Yeah, Caller number two You on the line [Verse 2: Queen Pen] I got some raps for the streets My niggas pack the heats My soldiers on the corner crushin up green meat For all the generations, and mothers ridin the trains To work for y'all crackers, for that bullshit pay I reps for my head that cops his weight That take trips uptown just to cop his haze I rep for them chicks givin brain in the rain That ain't scared to be a freak, for the right pay I gots to rep for my familys thats stricten wit pain For buryin they boys to soon for this game I rep for my panthers thats locked away And???sittin on deathrow countin down them days I rep for y'all bitches that work lizzie bags That sell hot shit, half price off of tags I rep for them chicks that write they own shit That live just like a live, to write they own shit Its 2001 bitch, stop frontin I rep for my baby mamas thats still walkin I rep for them chicks collectin P.A.&Wic Up in the hair and nail spots makin off the book chips I rep body snactchers, loyaly over passion I'm married to B.S.bitch, ain't no question [DJ Clue] Caller number three, you on the line [Verse 3: Cam'Ron] I rep money dealers, girls step like, "Cam you rock a lotta Prada" Look to her and said, "bitch I'm bout the dollar", holla I don't like it anways, I feel enscadas hotter One get her, get her, good dog, got her, got her Cam is in a Lincolns Clipse Jakes hate belevdere, now y'all drinkin the shit Please, oh my god brother, followin is not gutter Its a major trend setter for you cock suckers Insurance on my diamonds, my rocks covered If I'm wit a bitch, believe me I do not love her I'ma rap like a doobie and spliff My Uzi a click, yeah I did a movie a flick But I step to the director like, "look I'm not bitchin" Understand this homeboy, I'm not snitchin Killa Cam still be back in the hood Back where I should, plus I can't act that good I could cook that coke, get them figures I could bust that gat, strip some niggas No homo, cause my life ain't no motion picture Motion trigger, I open livers, cock the pump Pop the trunk, I drive em to the ocean nigga Peal em apart, let em know you dealin wit sharks Killa, P-Double, Queen Pen, Lee Low [DJ Clue] Yeah, DJ Clue You know how we do things Q-U-Double E radio And the question of the day is What you rep |
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(feat. Miss Jones)
Yeah, so I guess by the time you get this kite, I'll be ghost, right? Yup, check it [Verse 1] For too many years, I had yo back And for too many years, you gave me slack Tell me, what did you think That I was a idiot? Or, how many years you thought i'd take yo shit I'm out, I'm leavin you wit the whips and the cribs In exchange for the kids, and my happiness Ghetto divorce, how real is this? And oh yeah, tell you side bitch she _In Like Flint_ I left enough food to last until the weekends And when its all gone, go eat wit your friends Since thats, who you cherish, more then me The one who carried every last one of your seeds The one who did a bid for you when you copped one and three The one who was on yo side when you copped yo first ki Me and you kid, we was meant to be Who'd think that the streets will make you flip on Queen [Chorus x2: Miss Jones] I'm doin my thang, I'm movin on You won't appreciate a real bitch till shes gone Never mind the drama and don't bother callin me You'll never find a woman that looked out like me [Verse 2] For, many years concentrated on you Lost focus on myself, seperated from my crew Allowed you to drain down, my soul slowly I'd rather be in the projects Then stress and luxeries So they're for I'm leavin you wit all yo ice That shit wasn't worth bein alone at night That shit wasn't worth worryin if you was alright So ignorant, you never knew your wrongs from your rights Never understood it was always about the respect Not about bein yo main chick wit begettes on my neck Not about bein me bein the baddest bitch in the hottest whip It was about you bein a real man to me and yo kids, yo heard [Chorus: x2] I'm doin my thang, I'm movin on You won't appreciate a real bitch till shes gone Never mind the drama and don't bother callin me You'll never find a woman who looked out like me I'm doin my thang, I'm movin on You won't appreciate a real bitch till shes gone Never mind the drama hang yo lame apology You'll never find a woman who looked out like me [Verse 3] True I, made the choice to a wife to a thug But you gotta understand, at first it was about the love But now, I don't know who the fuck you are I thought I never say "I miss"when the times was hard When all I had was you, and you had me Instead of pushin big boys, we was pushin our feets I never shitted on you, stricly loyalty I lived how you lived, by the codes of the streets But you broke that son, when you flipped out on me You'll never find another chick that'll hold you down like Queen Never, another chick that'll help you grip yo bricks Never, another chick will love you without yo chips Tha'll ride up in a hooptie, as well as a six You gon miss me when I'm gone P.S. it was real kid Uh huh, Miss Jones break it down How you feel about this [Chorus until fade] |
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Big Dave, come in
Yo, go 'head What's your twenty? I'm in front of the A room right now Ten four I got cha (she comin) She's on her way to the back I got cha (she comin) Don't let nobody fuck with her (she comin') I got cha (she comin) She got a lot to say, aight? I got cha (she comin) I got cha Step back bitch, better take notes Teddy got too much dough for me to ever go broke (word) I'm callin your bluff, what you ever tote? I'm raw and uncut like Columbian coke Now how many of y'all wanna fuck with me? Trick question, who wants to fuck with Queen? While y'all role play, I'm always mean And before Soundscan, I'm ate by the streets You - you real funny to me Like a drag queen with heels and a head full of weave Talkin about ki's, that you never seen (seen) Rappin about gats, that you never packed (packed) I'm da, original don dadda And I say this to your face it'll take a whole lotta For you, to catch up to my speed Fuck your icey rings (uh-huh) fuck this industry (uh-huh) Take away the shine, you still a chicken wing Bum bitch! Yeah, I said it! (yeah) Bum bitch! And I never will regret it (70,000 In the first week? That shit is ridiculous) Don't bring them bitches around me (I got cha) Don't bring sand to the beach (I got cha) Pump QP in the Jeeps (I got cha) We beez the baddest in the streets (I got cha) It's my time, to shine (I got cha) Those styles, y'all kicked, was mine (I got cha) Don't let me catch y'all tricks this time (I got cha) Take away your right to spit a rhyme! (I got cha) I got a, chip on my shoulder and shit on my chest I took a little break and bitches got overconfident On the really girl, you don't want no conflict Save your slick talk for Saturday night's at plex QP is back, what did y'all expect? That I stay pregnant forever, and live off of my publishing checks? All this bad chat got me kind of vexed Y'all been talkin about me ever since I fucked that nigga from next It's all over, I'm shuttin y'all down By the end of the first quarter, y'all gone be sayin, "damn she foul" Dead, QP ain't playin around She goin hardcore on y'all bitches dis round Don't bring them bitches around me (I got cha) Don't bring sand to the beach (I got cha) Pump QP in the Jeeps (I got cha) We beez the baddest in the streets (I got cha) It's my time, to shine (I got cha) Those styles, y'all kicked, was mine (I got cha) Don't let me catch y'all tricks this time (I got cha) Take away your right to spit a rhyme! (I got cha) Big Dave, come in Yo, go 'head What's your twenty? I'm in front of the A room right now Ten four (I got cha!) (she comin) She's on her way to the back I got cha (she comin) Don't let nobody fuck with her (she comin) I got cha (she comin) She got a lot to say, aight? I got cha (she comin) I got cha |
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[Chorus: x3]
I shouldn't loved him I shouldn't wanted him I shouldn't trust him No I shouldn't fucked him Now here I am carryin his seed That makes two for him and a fourth for me [Verse 1] Sometimes I'm wreckin my brain, tryna to figure out How we can come to this, how we even came about We never took the time to measure the proper amounts Or beef we would cause of sneakin around If my brother even knew shit he'd proably flip out And up until tonight we never had doubts Remeber the first time that you slept over my house? We made love to Donnell Jones, damn we so foul But now its been a year from that day today We still meet in the cut I can't live this way Can't be no more us, fuck you feelin lame What about me feelin loved, is sex all that its worth? When it comes to us, I know that you love me Its deeper then a nut, I know that you care for me Its deeper then a nut [Chorus: x3] [Verse 2] You keep blamin it on him clamin him as a friend Talkin about you and that nigga is tight like brothers Fuck him, and I can put that on my life So what he my baby daddy he don't do his child right Tryna to explain I got tears in my eyes This lump in my throat tryna hold back my cries You talkin about me and ya booze ain't wise Me and you has a cup Queen it just ain't right You said it could never be yo niggas B.D. a wife Tell me how would it look to the rest of my crew You fuckin wit me Queen thats just bad news I'm breakin rules but we just can't stop I said we in too deep I'm not killin ya seed I say we in too deep nigga I'm keepin my seed [Chorus: x3] [Verse 3] It really broke my heart to see you pushin that whip When you couldn't even cop a new coat for yo kid It really broke my heart when you cocked backed on me When I was six months pregnant still beatin on me It really fucked me up how you put me in debt Fuckin up QPs dollars and sense To think I catch your doughs and your whiz in my crib Jeporadize a lively hood on me and my kids And which one of those seeds belong to you God would've been better of makin a cat or a baboon instead of you Nigga I mean you ain't worth shit A man that don't take care of his kids ain't worth lint Now here I am I'm in love wit yo friend And the only thing standin in the way is you bitch! I cursed the day I ever even accepted your dick Your daughters father don't know you Tell her yo father is yo friend, bitch [Chorus: x3] |
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