Queen was hung from her own mast From winged death she did save My hardened soul, from the grave Funeral pyre forever Burning out to sea Queen of the Black
(this right here goes out to all my west side queens bait area. los angies,sandy angeio, san hosea, matter fac' the whole mutherfuckin' west coast
With the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz Escalades, twenty three inch rims Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up And live good East coast, West coast
the gangsta type, more like a hustla I fucked the ones up out them Playboy books and Hustler Honeys and black tails, 'The King' magazines The Maximas, the eye candy in Queens
MCs Whose slick? We lounge stay phat notice our G limp A natural flair with our fresh ass hair Style baggy out clouts slick Creamy and fresh east coast
sixes Tatooed on the back of three chicks I ain't rocking the boat, I'm giving chickens sea sickness Witness to the okie, rock from coast to coast My
more?) Come on, Queens in the house y'all (Do you want more?) DC in the house y'all (Do you want more?) West Coast in the house y'all (Do you want
stuff I was too used to packin' ***s and stuff Now honies play me close like butter played toast From the Mississippi down to the East Coast Condos in Queens
for everybody, you know? But uh, we gon' do our thing baby, we gon' do our thing Yo, I man T.H.U.G. something stunnin', rappers get done in I migrate, Queens
West coast And fuck everybody on the East Eat shit and die Or fuck off at least Fuck pre-schoolers, fuck rulers Kings and queens and gold jewelers Fuck
sugar How come you taste so good, baby? Got me feelin' now, brown sugar Just like a black girl should I bet your mama was a tent show queen Had all the
keep it live) And if you think you're qualified (To speak on this) (Well that's illy of you) Just plain silly of you Sandra "Pepa" Denton: We be the queens from Queens
through his fingers as she's movin' out to the coast He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost Well if your world was all black
should Brown sugar, how come you taste so good Brown sugar, just like a black girl should I bet your mama was a Tent Show queen And all her boyfriends
and crime niggas, know what I talk In a black Tahoe, throw it in forlo, and blow the scene dancin' Doin about a 100 all the way to Queens [Verse 3-
bullshit We used to fuck R&B bitches and see who rhyme sickest For every hit you made, more rappers afraid to come out Machine Gun Funk from Queens
used to be close Then I was nine, coldest winter I remember Was slippin' in December, two feet of snow Yeah, that's the East Coast, that black ice Symbolized
