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Give Up The Goods (Just Step) (With Big Noyd)
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Hey yo Queen's get the Money long time no cash<br />I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast<br />the fool retaliated so I had to think fast<br />pull out my heat first, he pull out his heat last<br />Now who the fuck you think is livin' to this day?<br />I'm tryin' to tell these young niggas crime don't pay<br />they looked at me and said "Queen's niggas don't play. Do your thing<br />I'll do mine kid stay outta my way".<br />It's type hard tryna survive in New York state<br />can't stop till I'm eatin' off a platinum plate<br />po po comes around and tries to relocate me<br />lock me up for ever but they can't deflate me 'cause<br />havin' cash is highly addictive<br />especially when you're used to havin' money to live with<br />I thought step back look at my life as a whole<br />Ain't no love it seems the devil done stole my soul<br />I'm out for delfia, selfia, P's not helpin' ya<br />I'm tryna get this Lexus up, and plus a cellular<br />yo Big Noyd! (What up cuzin'?) I can't cope<br />With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope.<br /><br />Yo it's the r - a double p<br />e - r, n - o - y - d<br />Niggas can't fuck with me<br />comin' straight outta QB<br />pushin' an Infiniti<br />you ask can I rip it constantly? Mentally?<br />Definitely, to the death of me<br />come and test me<br />trust me, nigga couldn't touch me if he snuff me<br />so bust me, you're gonna have to, 'cause I'ma blast you<br />my lyrical like a miracle, ill spiritual<br />I'm born wit' it<br />I'm gettin' on wit' it<br />an' I'ma have it 'til I'm fuckin' dead and gone wit' it<br />'cause I'm a what? Composer of hardcore<br />a lyrical destructor<br />don't make me buck ya, cause I'm a wild muthafucka<br />you know my flow, you know my stilo<br />even pack my gat when I go to see my PO<br />Jump out my hooptie<br />pass my gat and my lucci to my shorty<br />in case my PO try to troop me to the island<br />and if I start wildin'<br />flippin' on niggas walkin' around wit' da nice gold medallions<br />but she didn't violate me, so I escaped see<br />back to Queen's pumpin' the fiends makin' more Cream<br />know what I mean? I'm a natural born hustler<br />won't try to cut ya, pull out my 4 4 and bust ya.<br /><br />Yo babe no time for fakin' jacks<br />Cuz niggas who fake jacks get laid on their backs<br />the streets is real can't roll without steel<br />I feel how I feel 'cause I was born to kill<br />do what I gotta, to eat a decent meal<br />brothers is starvin', don't try to find a job son<br />it's all about robbin'<br />so don't be alarmed<br />when we come through, 'cause we supposed to<br />if you opposed to<br />get your face blown dude, off the map<br />cause I react, attack<br />a brother wasn't blessed with wealth so I act like that<br />drug dealin'<br />I'm frontin on the world once I start 4-wheelin'<br />Cause back on the 41st side we do a ride<br />Sippin E & J, gettin' bent all night<br />Yo, who dat? I never seen him in my whole life<br />Step to his business 'cause it's only right<br />po po ain't around so I grab my pound<br />Money retaliated so I hit the ground<br />my life is on the line gotta hold my projects down<br />can't see myself gettin' bodied by a clown-ass nigga<br />That ain't even from my town<br />hit him up in the chest and now he's layin' me down dead<br />and up from under the benches I started hearin' sirens<br />I stop firin'<br />He cut ass like a diamond<br />Jetted to the cribpiece, what a relief<br />stashed the heat then proceeded to peep out the window<br />call my son, "yo son we got beef<br />but no question<br />Money had a problem so I solved him".<br /><br />I got my mind on the stick-up now it's time to get paid<br />thinkin' of ways to take loot already made<br />there's crime in the air, ain't no time to be afraid<br />gimme yours and get laid<br />give up the goods and get sprayed.<br />I got lots of love, for my crew that is<br />no love for them other crews and rival kids<br />all them out-a-town niggas know what time it is<br />and if they don't they need to buy a watch<br />word up<br />caught up in the cross-fire get theyself hurt<br />while I be sippin' gin straight in a plastic cup<br />on a park bench on 12th st., my whole crew's famous<br />you tried to bust your gat and keep it real but you nameless<br />first of all slow down, you on the wrong route<br />let me put you on your feet and show you what's it all about<br />the street life ain't nuttin' to play with<br />no jokes no games kid<br />for years I been doin' the same shit<br />just drinkin' liquor, doin' bids<br />extortin' crack heads<br />and stickin' up the stick-up kids
New song lyrics
Hey yo Queen's get the Money long time no cash<br />I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast<br />the fool retaliated so I had to think fast<br />pull out my heat first, he pull out his heat last<br />Now who the fuck you think is livin' to this day?<br />I'm tryin' to tell these young niggas crime don't pay<br />they looked at me and said "Queen's niggas don't play. Do your thing<br />I'll do mine kid stay outta my way".<br />It's type hard tryna survive in New York state<br />can't stop till I'm eatin' off a platinum plate<br />po po comes around and tries to relocate me<br />lock me up for ever but they can't deflate me 'cause<br />havin' cash is highly addictive<br />especially when you're used to havin' money to live with<br />I thought step back look at my life as a whole<br />Ain't no love it seems the devil done stole my soul<br />I'm out for delfia, selfia, P's not helpin' ya<br />I'm tryna get this Lexus up, and plus a cellular<br />yo Big Noyd! (What up cuzin'?) I can't cope<br />With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope.<br /><br />Yo it's the r - a double p<br />e - r, n - o - y - d<br />Niggas can't fuck with me<br />comin' straight outta QB<br />pushin' an Infiniti<br />you ask can I rip it constantly? Mentally?<br />Definitely, to the death of me<br />come and test me<br />trust me, nigga couldn't touch me if he snuff me<br />so bust me, you're gonna have to, 'cause I'ma blast you<br />my lyrical like a miracle, ill spiritual<br />I'm born wit' it<br />I'm gettin' on wit' it<br />an' I'ma have it 'til I'm fuckin' dead and gone wit' it<br />'cause I'm a what? Composer of hardcore<br />a lyrical destructor<br />don't make me buck ya, cause I'm a wild muthafucka<br />you know my flow, you know my stilo<br />even pack my gat when I go to see my PO<br />Jump out my hooptie<br />pass my gat and my lucci to my shorty<br />in case my PO try to troop me to the island<br />and if I start wildin'<br />flippin' on niggas walkin' around wit' da nice gold medallions<br />but she didn't violate me, so I escaped see<br />back to Queen's pumpin' the fiends makin' more Cream<br />know what I mean? I'm a natural born hustler<br />won't try to cut ya, pull out my 4 4 and bust ya.<br /><br />Yo babe no time for fakin' jacks<br />Cuz niggas who fake jacks get laid on their backs<br />the streets is real can't roll without steel<br />I feel how I feel 'cause I was born to kill<br />do what I gotta, to eat a decent meal<br />brothers is starvin', don't try to find a job son<br />it's all about robbin'<br />so don't be alarmed<br />when we come through, 'cause we supposed to<br />if you opposed to<br />get your face blown dude, off the map<br />cause I react, attack<br />a brother wasn't blessed with wealth so I act like that<br />drug dealin'<br />I'm frontin on the world once I start 4-wheelin'<br />Cause back on the 41st side we do a ride<br />Sippin E & J, gettin' bent all night<br />Yo, who dat? I never seen him in my whole life<br />Step to his business 'cause it's only right<br />po po ain't around so I grab my pound<br />Money retaliated so I hit the ground<br />my life is on the line gotta hold my projects down<br />can't see myself gettin' bodied by a clown-ass nigga<br />That ain't even from my town<br />hit him up in the chest and now he's layin' me down dead<br />and up from under the benches I started hearin' sirens<br />I stop firin'<br />He cut ass like a diamond<br />Jetted to the cribpiece, what a relief<br />stashed the heat then proceeded to peep out the window<br />call my son, "yo son we got beef<br />but no question<br />Money had a problem so I solved him".<br /><br />I got my mind on the stick-up now it's time to get paid<br />thinkin' of ways to take loot already made<br />there's crime in the air, ain't no time to be afraid<br />gimme yours and get laid<br />give up the goods and get sprayed.<br />I got lots of love, for my crew that is<br />no love for them other crews and rival kids<br />all them out-a-town niggas know what time it is<br />and if they don't they need to buy a watch<br />word up<br />caught up in the cross-fire get theyself hurt<br />while I be sippin' gin straight in a plastic cup<br />on a park bench on 12th st., my whole crew's famous<br />you tried to bust your gat and keep it real but you nameless<br />first of all slow down, you on the wrong route<br />let me put you on your feet and show you what's it all about<br />the street life ain't nuttin' to play with<br />no jokes no games kid<br />for years I been doin' the same shit<br />just drinkin' liquor, doin' bids<br />extortin' crack heads<br />and stickin' up the stick-up kids
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