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Hey yo queens get the money long time no cash

Im caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast

The fool retaliated so I had to think fast

Pull out my heat first, he pull out his heat last

Now who the fuck you think is livin to this day?

Im tryin to tell these young niggas crime dont pay

They looked at me and said "queens niggas dont play. do your thing

Ill do mine kid stay outta my way".

Its type hard tryna survive in new york state

Cant stop till Im eatin off a platinum plate

Po po comes around and tries to relocate me

Lock me up for ever but they cant deflate me cause

Havin cash is highly addictive

Especially when youre used to havin money to live with

I thought step back look at my life as a whole

Aint no love it seems the devil done stole my soul

Im out for delfia, selfia, ps not helpin ya

Im tryna get this lexus up, and plus a cellular

Yo big noyd! (what up cuzin? ) I cant cope

With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope.



Yo its the r - a double p

E - r, n - o - y - d

Niggas cant fuck with me

Comin straight outta qb

Pushin an infiniti

You ask can I rip it constantly? mentally?

Definitely, to the death of me

Come and test me

Trust me, nigga couldnt touch me if he snuff me

So bust me, youre gonna have to, cause ima blast you

My lyrical like a miracle, ill spiritual

Im born wit it

Im gettin on wit it

An ima have it til Im fuckin dead and gone wit it

cause Im a what? composer of hardcore

A lyrical destructor

Dont make me buck ya, cause Im a wild muthafucka

You know my flow, you know my stilo

Even pack my gat when I go to see my po

Jump out my hooptie

Pass my gat and my lucci to my shorty

In case my po try to troop me to the island

And if I start wildin

Flippin on niggas walkin around wit da nice gold medallions

But she didnt violate me, so I escaped see

Back to queens pumpin the fiends makin more cream

Know what I mean? Im a natural born hustler

Wont try to cut ya, pull out my 4 4 and bust ya.



Yo babe no time for fakin jacks

Cuz niggas who fake jacks get laid on their backs

The streets is real cant roll without steel

I feel how I feel cause I was born to kill

Do what I gotta, to eat a decent meal

Brothers is starvin, dont try to find a job son

Its all about robbin

So dont be alarmed

When we come through, cause we supposed to

If you opposed to

Get your face blown dude, off the map

Cause I react, attack

A brother wasnt blessed with wealth so I act like that

Drug dealin

Im frontin on the world once I start 4-wheelin

Cause back on the 41st side we do a ride

Sippin e & j, gettin bent all night

Yo, who dat? I never seen him in my whole life

Step to his business cause its only right

Po po aint around so I grab my pound

Money retaliated so I hit the ground

My life is on the line gotta hold my projects down

Cant see myself gettin bodied by a clown-ass nigga

That aint even from my town

Hit him up in the chest and now hes layin me down dead

And up from under the benches I started hearin sirens

I stop firin

He cut ass like a diamond

Jetted to the cribpiece, what a relief

Stashed the heat then proceeded to peep out the window

Call my son, "yo son we got beef

But no question

Money had a problem so I solved him".



I got my mind on the stick-up now its time to get paid

Thinkin of ways to take loot already made

Theres crime in the air, aint no time to be afraid

Gimme yours and get laid

Give up the goods and get sprayed.

I got lots of love, for my crew that is

No love for them other crews and rival kids

All them out-a-town niggas know what time it is

And if they dont they need to buy a watch

Word up

Caught up in the cross-fire get theyself hurt

While I be sippin gin straight in a plastic cup

On a park bench on 12th st., my whole crews famous

You tried to bust your gat and keep it real but you nameless

First of all slow down, you on the wrong route

Let me put you on your feet and show you whats it all about

The street life aint nuttin to play with

No jokes no games kid

For years I been doin the same shit

Just drinkin liquor, doin bids

Extortin crack heads

And stickin up the stick-up kids

Hey yo queens get the money long time no cash

Im caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast

The fool retaliated so I had to think fast

Pull out my heat first, he pull out his heat last

Now who the fuck you think is livin to this day?

Im tryin to tell these young niggas crime dont pay

They looked at me and said "queens niggas dont play. do your thing

Ill do mine kid stay outta my way".

Its type hard tryna survive in new york state

Cant stop till Im eatin off a platinum plate

Po po comes around and tries to relocate me

Lock me up for ever but they cant deflate me cause

Havin cash is highly addictive

Especially when youre used to havin money to live with

I thought step back look at my life as a whole

Aint no love it seems the devil done stole my soul

Im out for delfia, selfia, ps not helpin ya

Im tryna get this lexus up, and plus a cellular

Yo big noyd! (what up cuzin? ) I cant cope

With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope.



Yo its the r - a double p

E - r, n - o - y - d

Niggas cant fuck with me

Comin straight outta qb

Pushin an infiniti

You ask can I rip it constantly? mentally?

Definitely, to the death of me

Come and test me

Trust me, nigga couldnt touch me if he snuff me

So bust me, youre gonna have to, cause ima blast you

My lyrical like a miracle, ill spiritual

Im born wit it

Im gettin on wit it

An ima have it til Im fuckin dead and gone wit it

cause Im a what? composer of hardcore

A lyrical destructor

Dont make me buck ya, cause Im a wild muthafucka

You know my flow, you know my stilo

Even pack my gat when I go to see my po

Jump out my hooptie

Pass my gat and my lucci to my shorty

In case my po try to troop me to the island

And if I start wildin

Flippin on niggas walkin around wit da nice gold medallions

But she didnt violate me, so I escaped see

Back to queens pumpin the fiends makin more cream

Know what I mean? Im a natural born hustler

Wont try to cut ya, pull out my 4 4 and bust ya.



Yo babe no time for fakin jacks

Cuz niggas who fake jacks get laid on their backs

The streets is real cant roll without steel

I feel how I feel cause I was born to kill

Do what I gotta, to eat a decent meal

Brothers is starvin, dont try to find a job son

Its all about robbin

So dont be alarmed

When we come through, cause we supposed to

If you opposed to

Get your face blown dude, off the map

Cause I react, attack

A brother wasnt blessed with wealth so I act like that

Drug dealin

Im frontin on the world once I start 4-wheelin

Cause back on the 41st side we do a ride

Sippin e & j, gettin bent all night

Yo, who dat? I never seen him in my whole life

Step to his business cause its only right

Po po aint around so I grab my pound

Money retaliated so I hit the ground

My life is on the line gotta hold my projects down

Cant see myself gettin bodied by a clown-ass nigga

That aint even from my town

Hit him up in the chest and now hes layin me down dead

And up from under the benches I started hearin sirens

I stop firin

He cut ass like a diamond

Jetted to the cribpiece, what a relief

Stashed the heat then proceeded to peep out the window

Call my son, "yo son we got beef

But no question

Money had a problem so I solved him".



I got my mind on the stick-up now its time to get paid

Thinkin of ways to take loot already made

Theres crime in the air, aint no time to be afraid

Gimme yours and get laid

Give up the goods and get sprayed.

I got lots of love, for my crew that is

No love for them other crews and rival kids

All them out-a-town niggas know what time it is

And if they dont they need to buy a watch

Word up

Caught up in the cross-fire get theyself hurt

While I be sippin gin straight in a plastic cup

On a park bench on 12th st., my whole crews famous

You tried to bust your gat and keep it real but you nameless

First of all slow down, you on the wrong route

Let me put you on your feet and show you whats it all about

The street life aint nuttin to play with

No jokes no games kid

For years I been doin the same shit

Just drinkin liquor, doin bids

Extortin crack heads

And stickin up the stick-up kids

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