dead end queen, she's the dead end queen she's a dead end queen she's not the kind that you want to be seen with she's a dead end queen, she's a dead
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my charisma, vodka with a spritzer Swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia Young Money militia and I am the commissioner You don't want to start with
Fuck with your soul like ether (Will) Teach you the king you know you (Not) "God's son", across the belly (Lose) I prove you lost already I've been fucked over, left for dead
plannin' to blow, soon as he hit the bri-dicks Had a girl in Woodside Queens, thought he was low Played the crib for a month and deaded his P.O. Started
the dead and in the pens Just when you think this shit's over That's when this shit begins This the Bronx, this Harlem, Brooklyn and Queens That 'New
never ever left in the first Wale Ovechkin, the best on the earth, breath breath full of purp A legend out here, and I'm ending careers by the end of
of frightening Let me move so I don't get hit by the bolt of lightning Striking you down 'cause you're fronting A dead leader can't tax your mind Therefore
my jeans I?m going nowhere fast, that?s what you said Didn?t want to lose me to jail over some quick bread, or end up dead Eyes bloodshed, watching
queen, heard the bragging of kings Whose laughter was as bitter as a scorpion sting? Forced in the ring with idiots so many cliques Letting out automatic clips A dead
The dead but sticking out like hon solo when he froze With my favorite weapons hanging off there fingers and toes Wicked pimpin, scary bitches, livin or dead
gaps, figments of your imagination You never dealt with incarceration Thought I heard you want to be my rival Askel 45 a it a idol, them start war end
the streets again Chasin' St. Ide's down with some Seagrams gin Life is like a dice game and I'm into win On the scene From the 41st side of Queens We
by me I can see through you, due to, my Queens education Speaking in behalf of this drug-game nation The Foundation, the Queens nation Up in Queens
shining armor Jumping for the sauna The rough rhymer Suicidal like nirvana The end of your world is just beginning Theres no winning in my inning The dead
gat away Chillin' wit your chick and a bag of haze Wonderin' how it's all gon' end and what type of way 'Cause Sunday back to gunplay Mo' **** start
(talking) Young wild niggaz livin street life on the edge Not knowin if tomorrow they could turn up dead. Yo fuck regular cops niggaz get scoped by the
Chorus: Sometimes I wonder Will a nigga go under because of his hunger This game is risky If a nigga slips six deep Will these niggaz really miss me Dead
