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white rock, and then give birth to a knot Your biggest dream was to rock your 850 and beam You and the Gods buy a crib in the white part of Queens But
Hey yo, you know they're killers themselves Hey, hey, hey, 46 people die For them you know, guys that I fooled with Were killers themselves how you Want
papers at the riverboat It go All night, all night All night, you got it goin' all night All night, y'know, y'know it all night All night, oah, ahh,
of all mighty god faced with the sword of the truth like a lightning rod city, states, countries and all abroad spacecraft all aboard convoy are
with his finger in the undertaker's wing Chorus Oh, cajun woman Some people still call you a queen I don't believe you're sinking Look at all the trouble
Trinidad, Honduras, Haiti, Grenada Bermuda to Cayman, mental enslavement You black Gods become awaken At night time you can hear the earth cry How many more black Gods
me And Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies Yo my people from Medina they will see you When you re up on your heater all your cream
toys, and pullin heaters out Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out Takin other people money is what we all about Aiyo, I roll wit the Gods and them
the record now Gotta break it down Rhymin this flow on the go Cmon get it now Yeah... I'm saying we went from Gods to niggas From queens to bitches Who
My fellow breed all races, colors and creeds Search for the knowledge, use science and math And be queens and kings like the centuries past The devil tried to fool my people
a trip straight through memory lane It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all, it's like that y'all Now let me take a trip down memory lane Comin'
to mine Domino effect, arts an' crafts Paragraphs contain cyanide Take a free ride on my dart, I got the fashion Catalogs for all y'all to all praise to the Gods
somehow I believe, we always survive, but why? Still, we will survive No matter what, my people just stay alive Still, we will survive No matter what, my people
mind A beauty queen - a free born child of life He sent the queen to nomad's land For her to live on holy sand And realized that all was fine Those
, hold up, hold up, hold up What y'all niggaz don't seem to hear Is y'all can not fuck with me I said y'all can't fuck with me I wanna give a shout out
people the missiles and warheads might not matter. To many people nuclear reality is too huge to contemplate, Yet for all people the reality looms constantly
And Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies Yo my people from Medina they will see you when you re-up on your heater all your cream go