That's why we stick together. And hold each other close. We are a family and you can never give enough. So raise your fist X the fuck up You are my
fries I tell her to step, but hey that's the scene Cause she ain't nothin.. but a Brooklyn Queen [Chorus: repeat 2X] "We are looking for 'Brooklyn'..
Simmons That's like Tyson rushin Givens [Chorus x2] [Daddy Rich scratches "Brooklyn!" repeatedly over drum beat] [3rd Bass]'Brooklyn-Queens' [x3] [
cash then I hit away juss a thug fo the money, no love hit 'em up wit the blast put him in a bag, an wrap him.... up. [Verse 2: T-Luni of Cydal] It'
[Chorus: repeat 2X] Y'all don't wanna war wit us, in this steel we trust When there's beef best believe we bust We can take it how you want it cuz we
? [Chorus: Eightball] Its the Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw*2X* Baby Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw Its the Pure Uncut, raw, we keep it raw (What
Boyz courtesy of No Limit, hit em up. [Verse 2: Buk] Get down, feel the ground, shake 'em up, you down to die, cuz we too much for the industry to handle
all a nigga will die for. So much pain and everybody wants more. [x2] [MJG:] So much pain, drownin my brain, I need a paper towel. Wrap it 'round, soak up
check one two" [Afu-Ra] Mic stance, starts the illustration As I dive into creation, wit so much patience Split my drink up your nation, but never cleanin it up Stainin it up
minute stop, bring that back I missed a page Was it that time of the month or were you going through a phase? [Chorus - repeat 2X] Complicated maze.
those skilled smart-asses Atmosphere coming clear to the ?runway to entertain? ?blast the bag? and scoop up all the brains [Chorus - repeat 2X]
t over spoke yaself, just work ya clientale I walk the sidewalk, and what this shit sale it self [Chorus x2] We ride glassed up cheveletes up and down
Hit the stage, lil' girls keepa pullin my clothes I'm fresh-fresh y'all, up out the mall Back' up on the corner talkin Slic to y'all [Hook x2] [Backbone x2
do too Baby I tell tell like it T-I-S I'll stand right here and sho' stop ya career Call him, H2O, ice-cold water Just like dat dere, in that particular
s all about Tha Liks and 'sheanz, ma saiz', I blow up Katash come to your country and dig your fuckin hoes out [J-Ro] I lay up with two of em Roll in
was too much No luck you get blowed up All of you niggas goes out The surgeons say that your body can not be sewed up Hold up and wait a minute It's
motel fucced up Blood in my cup witta fine bitch hugged up 'Til my heart get plugged up I'm still going to be in my Dickies shit thugged up Nigga throwin up blood throwin up