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LL Cool J - Queens Is lyrics
(feat. Prodigy) [Intro] [Prodigy] Hit that nigga, man, fuck these niggas Straight up, all y'all niggas [LL Cool J] Yo, Yo [Chorus: Prodigy] Queens got the vets *click*) (Killa Queens, killa killa Queens {Q-U}) Queens be the best *click* {Yo} (Killa Queens, killa killa Queens {Q-U}) Queens take ya heads {Yo} *click* {Yo} (Killa Queens, killa killa Queens {Q-U}) Queens be the vets {Yo} *click* {Yo} (Killa Queens, killa killa Queens) [Verse 1: LL Cool J] Uhh, Yeah, Yeah, Uh huh, 'Cord this shit 'Cuz I'm bout to practice this shit I'm here to crack ya cat's skulls open Fuck ya head up, more than that bullshit ya smokin' Niggas buzz you in the door, but I blew it open Ya rhymes is trash, that verse aint worth the token Try to hop this, monotonous, murderous thoughts When I'm plottin this, overthrow the government Burn the whole metropolis Lyrical warfare, hip-hip apocalypse Strap devils to the chairs Start shockin shit, Q U, I chew through We could battle in the projects and give or take the clue Flex could take one, too The wait, I'm supplyin' My crew pop they iron from ?HTM? to the peaks of Mount Zion I'm ready for the showdown Mention my name, cowboy, watch it go down I blow through your clique like hurricane Floyd Keep rappers paranoid, kept your bodies in the game Is something I can't avoid Shit get tricky like Zigfried and Roy I seek and destroy [Chorus] [Verse 2: LL Cool J] Uhh, turn me up a little I'm a blaze yall niggas and represent queens Run up in ya cribs, fill ya tubs qwith gasoline Smash ya plaques, tie ya arms back What's ya worse nightmare, Black? I'm beyond that The mic how I strike it, got 'em dialin' psychics Roll with minds, don't give a fuck if you don't like it With niggas that's invited without recited ignited It burn madd slow and that's why - easy to light it Me and the ghettos reunited, all the broads is excited Your ass looks stupid tryna fight it You wanna get your ass smacked up So you can dig into the stash that I stacked up But when my Queens niggas flashed, then you backed up Keep my dogs fed, so they can shit when niggas act up It's the L nigga dot com, dot hot lead red dot on your head, Be And the rappers you idolized, that idolized me I walk in the spot, niggas part like the Red Sea And Todd sharper horrors, we battle to the death Tonight there's no tomorrow I'm out for revenege, like rebels in Nicaragua But I can take it farther Travel back in time, fill ya baby bottle with lava [Chorus] [Verse 3: Prodigy] Fucker, yo, aiyyo This is how we put it down, this is Veteran's Day We work hard so we can play hard and push them big things Persistant, we keep comin' like some nigs Droppin albums, every few years we rich We the best, we the vets We do this for the love, we thirst for that street shit It's P, nigga, check my record, it's flawless Do the knowledge to the chorus Yeah ya fuckin' right While I was raised on my fuckin' life I did my time on them corners, now I lead the fuckin' life Large dollars, guns and ice Is nothin' you know my weight and the price of it You know how the Q dogs do cousin We don't follow trends, we set those, so get up on it (So get up on it) [click] [Chorus] [Chorus till fade - no background] |
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