burn And make a movie of our lifestyle But they earn like a dead body burned on a mantlepiece That's why I try not to lie on wax like this candle grease
a girl over there with the sunshiny hair Like a homecomin' queen I said, "Hey, what you say? It's a glorious day By the way how long you've been dead
get it Five years 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
to the ripple Sing boo But at times I come in triple Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head Now your dead Wyclef don't give a *beep* if your dead Raaaaah
wrappin their hands up in plastic bags On stage like a savage goin mad WHAT? Yeah yeah, sooooooooooooo! [Prodigy] Yeah, by all means you know you gotta put Queens on it Put cream on
bid(damn) and why cant you come around where you hung as a kid you turn soft on niggas since you got on top i know queens cant be proud of candy shop(
on, sister, sing) Have mercy on me Have mercy (Come on, brother, sing) Have mercy on me Have mercy (Come on, mother, sing) Have mercy on me Have mercy (Come on
got them cars them ladies love Party People! yeah! we gonna party all night And let yo soul, work! ooo! and let yo soul keep on workin' out [Verse 1 -
in sheets that's made of satin with one of my money makin honies, she's mixed Spanish and Latin She's a fly type of swinger Twenty carats on her fingers, minks on
your fingers, time for surgery I'm already dead, so nah, you can't murder me 'Cause quantities of entities enter me evilly Shit ain't never gonna change, fuck it Time
t go on, it's time to drop a few bombs Get busy, G, go on and take 'em to school Yeah, it's time spread the jewels I ask you about Malcolm and you tell
every other song or just every other day What I?m speakin? on now is the raps about the women folks On one song she?s your African Queen on the next
amount Come to me for the pounds not the ounce I react Trickey on people I'm mild-mannered but I slap hickey's on people Black King, Freiyon felt, Attract queens
someone not a nine, through hard times Mom?s was so strong you one of my heart's pride And you told me I would shine in time, never win, but you know
it?s a body in the trunk son So what?s it gonna be A nigga layin' dead 'cause he came for me I had the Queens hoodie on wit the blood on my sleeve Gave
to castles with pawns and capsules Scramble and find, my money's up, I'm praying for war I do this all the time, all the time, all the time Faces of Doom
, yo, come on Yeah, check-check-check-check me out Check-check-checkin' me out, come on Take-take-take-takin' me out, whose take-take-takin' me out Come on
how you put them little baby cast on there? (Just a little punk ass nigga man) How you put them in the baby cast like that, though, son? Come on, son,