Queens, NY
By
50 Cent, Paris
Album
The Big 10
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I string 'em along like some acoustic guitar shit
Tell 'em park it, front of Neiman Marcus
Bad little mishka, I need that I need that
Mondano Castillo, I need that I need that
Tell me where you tryna chill, where the weed at, the weed at?
'Cause you tryna find a way, where them keys at, them keys at
Let it on 'em, shit on 'em bunch of...
I'm hotter than a sauna, peeled up in a Zonda
Calm yourself before you get dealt with
Had a medic workin' on your pelvis
Be your way there's nothin' left to say
Went down like an hourglass, Paris first class regardless
Fake bitches non-responsive
Me, I'm in the streets rockin' a piece that's retarded
In the Diamond District with Jacob
Makin' all you little clones wanna save up
We come from Queens where we are taught to handle beef on our own
We crawl up, cops we get it poppin', we be out with the chrome
From Brooklyn, to the Bronx set, to Harlem man, to Staten Neck
From Brooklyn, to the Bronx set, to Harlem man, to Yonkers set
All my minutes taped up, stingy with the snatch cause niggas get too attached
Sleep with the ratchet, under the mattress, natural
My cat got a 5 o'clock shadow
It don't matter cause niggas is still badder
You chicks is gettin' slapper, I'm on top, that's how I rock
Luxury every stop
Eat it or beat it you should already know my friend, you're not needed
Next nigga remix
Word to everything on some G shit
Fuck with me, give me a reason
Feel something hot change the whole season
For the greater good, make you face your demons
It's the Loca, caramel mocha
Bitches is on they sofa, I'm takin' over
You now rockin' with the best mama
Bombshell who hotter than the eggshell, forgot it? Oh...
We come from Queens where we are taught to handle beef on our own
We crawl up, cops we get it poppin', we be out with the chrome
From Brooklyn, to the Bronx set, to Harlem man, to Staten Neck
From Brooklyn, to the Bronx set, to Harlem man, to Yonkers set
Please on 'em, squeeze on 'em, who dumped the .223s on 'em
Breeze on 'em, leave the trees on 'em and the bandana make 'em think it's gang related
We on that gritty shit, city shit, New York, New York
You come through on some pretty shit, get outlined in chalk
I get busy, I get busy, I'm strapped now
I'm tryna say I want you motherfuckers to act out
I had that ass sprint towards the door when I back out
Don't do it, don't you do it, don't you do it
Now now now make me step to you
Holy moly the rolly, icy oyster perpetual
Diamonds blinkin' like hazards, take a look at it
I'm a regular bad man, they say I'm a mad man
Fuck a mask and gloves, I let it off bare hand
We come from a warzone, them Southside streets
Where anything and everything get done to eat
We come from Queens where we are taught to handle beef on our own
We crawl up, cops we get it poppin', we be out with the chrome
From Brooklyn, to the Bronx set, to Harlem man, to Staten Neck
From Brooklyn, to the Bronx set, to Harlem man, to Yonkers set
We come from Queens where we are taught to handle beef on our own
