Give Up The Goods Just Step lyrics

Hey yo Queen`s get the Money long time no cash
I`m caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast
the fool retaliated so I had to think fast
pull out my heat first he pull out his heat last
Now who the fuck you think is livin` to this day?
I`m tryin` to tell these young niggas crime don`t pay
they looked at me and said `Queen`s niggas don`t play. Do your thing
I`ll do mine kid stay outta my way`.
It`s type hard tryna survive in New York state
can`t stop till I`m eatin` off a platinum plate
po po comes around and tries to relocate me
lock me up for ever but they can`t deflate me `cause
havin` cash is highly addictive
especially when you`re used to havin` money to live with
I thought step back look at my life as a whole
Ain`t no love it seems the devil done stole my soul
I`m out for delfia, selfia, P`s not helpin` ya
I`m tryna get this Lexus up, and plus a cellular
yo Big Noyd! (What up cuzin`?) I can`t cope
With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope.

Yo it`s the r - a double p
e - r, n - o - y - d
Niggas can`t fuck with me
comin` straight outta QB
pushin` an Infiniti
you ask can I rip it constantly? Mentally?
Definitely, to the death of me
come and test me
trust me, nigga couldn`t touch me if he snuff me
so bust me, you`re gonna have to, `cause I`ma blast you
my lyrical like a miracle, ill spiritual
I`m born wit` it
I`m gettin` on wit` it
an` I`ma have it `til I`m fuckin` dead and gone wit` it
`cause I`m a what? Composer of hardcore
a lyrical destructor
don`t make me buck ya, cause I`m a wild muthaf
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