Queen Pen feat. Cam'Ron, DJ Clue, Prodigy lyrics
Queen Pen feat. Cam'Ron, DJ Clue, Prodigy lyrics
"I Reps Lyrics"
All Held So Close Lyrics
One, word! (?and I will try for you, With my heart on my sleeve and I can only hope That for me, you care?) Library?s feeling so cold Your glow could warm this room My eyes roll, to the seat The chair where you once sat The look in your eyes once said You needed to save you This year just slipped behind us Still not one spoken word One, word! (You?re the one who
One, word! (?and I will try for you, With my heart on my sleeve and I can only hope That for me, you care?) Library?s feeling so cold Your glow could warm this room My eyes roll, to the seat The chair where you once sat The look in your eyes once said You needed to save you This year just slipped behind us Still not one spoken word One, word! (You?re the one who
Queen Pen feat. Cam'Ron, DJ Clue, Prodigy
I Reps
(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 gl
Ett Moete Pa En Bro Lyrics
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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 bithes 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
I know a man as rich as a king Still he just won't give his neighbors a thing He'll go to heaven someday I'll bet He'll get up to heaven and here's what he'll get A rusty old halo skinny white cloud second hand wings full of patches A rusty old halo skinny white cloud robe that's so wooly and it scratches Some people have them big shiny cars Swi
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