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50 cent - queens, ny lyrics

[paris – verse 1]
i string ’em along with some acoustic guitar sh-t
tell ’em park it in front of neiman marcus
i need that, i need that
when we gon chill, where the weed at, the weed at?
said you got a spider, where them keys at? them keys at?
living on em, sh-tted on em
i’m hotter than the sauna, pull off in a zonda
calm yourself before you get dealt with
had the medics working on your pelvis
doa there’s nothing left to say
went down like an hourgl-ss
paris 1st cl-ss regardless
fake b-tches not responsive
me, i’m in the streets rocking a piece that’s r-t-rded
in the diamond district with jacob
making loads, you little cons wanna save up

[hook – 50 cent]
we come from queens where we are taught to handle beef on our own
you call up cops, we get it poppin, we be out with the chrome
where brooklyn at? where the bronx at? where harlem at?
where statan at?
where brooklyn at? where the bronx at? where harlem at?
where yonkers at?

[paris – verse 2]
all my men is caked up, stingy with the sn-tch
cause n-gg-s get too attached
sleep with the ratchet under the mattress
natural, my cat got a 5 o’clock shadow
it don’t matter cause n-gg-s is still mad at you
chicks is getting f-cked
i’m on top, that’s how i bop, luxury every stop
eat it or beat it, you should already know my friend
you’re not needed: next n-gg- remix
word to everything on some g sh-t
f-ck with me, give me a reason
feel something hot, change the whole season
for the greater good, make you fix your demons
it’s the loca, caramel mocha
b-tches is on their sofa, i’m taking over
you now rocking with the best mama
bombsh-ll hood hottie in the egg-sh-ll bugatti, oh!

[hook]

[50 cent – verse 3]
ease on em, squeeze on em
move, dump the.22, three’s on ’em
breeze on ’em, lit the trees on ’em
in the bandanna, make ’em think it’s gang-related

we on that gritty sh-t, the city sh-t
new york new york
you come through on some pretty sh-t
get outlined in chalk
i get busy, i get busy, i’m strapped now
i’m tryna say i want you motherf-ckers to act out
i had that -ss sprintin’ towards the door when i back out
don’t do it, don’t you do it
don’t make me stick to you
holy moly, ya rolly, icy oyster perpetual
diamonds blinking like -ss, take a look at it
i’m a regular bad man, they say i’m a mad man
f-ck a mask and gloves
i let it on bare hands
we come from a war zone, them southside streets
where anything and everything get gunned to eat

[hook]

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