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Who you gon' call when it's time to brawl? |
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Standin' 'round, waitin' for my Queendom to fall |
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Well, I think not, styles are pipin' hot |
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Blazin', amazin', I give it all I got |
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Who you gon' call when it's time to brawl? |
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Standin' 'round, waitin' for my Queendom to fall |
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Well, I think not, styles are pipin' hot |
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Blazin', amazin', I give it all I got |
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I'm tellin' you straight up all you sleepin' beauties better wake up |
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I'll tear your state up so set the date up |
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And I'm a rip it, what if it what was it |
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Who did it, who does it? From private to public |
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Anywhere I'm in there and been there so recognize this, who the nicest |
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Sit down and settle for your constellation prizes |
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Whatever you want I got, whether you ready or not |
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It's about to get hot when I drop so pick up, pause another spot |
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To do you, don't get me in a corner, make me do you |
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Don't try to be me, do you? Be coo' to you and do you |
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I'm on a higher level with different class, another plane |
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The Queen, that's my name, time to explain |
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That I spit game with dames, leave 'em all with shit stains |
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Split frames, hopin' you hopin' that I'm jokin' |
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Don't know but still blink off like fo'-fo's |
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But so-so, slow mo's comin' in like the po-po's |
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Don't want rocks comin' at me the wrong way |
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Packin' much rocks, it's gonna be a long day |
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For real, spittin' on imbessiles and spinnin' wheels |
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On my 600 you want it, you must be blunted |
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I'll take it to your stomach, run it, give me all |
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Mic for mic, steppin' to me you gonna fall, we brawl |
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Throwin' a two-piece so loose leafs |
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It's the Q U double E N, you know how I'm MCin' |
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Who you gon' call when it's time to brawl? |
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Standin' 'round waitin' for my Queendom to fall |
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I think not, styles are pipin' hot |
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Blazin', amazin', I give it all I got |
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Who you gon' call when it's time to brawl? |
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Standin' 'round, waitin' for my Queendom to fall |
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Well, I think not, styles are pipin' hot |
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Blazin', amazin', I give it all I got |
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See, physically you not ready, lyrically you not ready |
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Mentally maybe, who talks tough, time to get the baby |
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No threats or small bets on my bond we can get it on |
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From dusk 'til dawn, from night 'til morn |
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Some bubble hard squads's gone |
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No gimmicks, no tricks |
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'Til one of us admits it's a battle a whisk |
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So look, I'm off the hook, while you off the rocker |
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Thinkin' I'm shook, get the phone book, call the doctor |
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Are you out of your mind, doubtin' mines, out of line |
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Talkin' out your behind, shoutin' rhymes out of time? |
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It's all over, what's up? Yeah, what, what now? You tough now |
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Now you hush, hush now, ain't sayin' too much now |
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Thought so haunt yo' sleepin' ass, creepin' fast |
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Like you was doin' somethin', now I gotta ruin somethin' |
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You image, your career, lookie here |
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Your whole life is hangin' in the air like a chandelier |
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Poppin' off like a can of beer, understand, is it clear? |
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If not, let me put it in your ear that I'm royalty |
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Even though I'm low-key, you know me |
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You be singin' over my tracks like it's karaoke |
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If you don't know the half, you gon' feel the wrath |
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Represent the rugged path, the Flavor Unit staff |
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Droppin' mathematics, layin' you out like craftmatic |
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I'll let you have it so you don't want the static |
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Who you gon' call when it's time to brawl? |
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Standin' 'round waitin' for my Queendom to fall |
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I think not, styles are pipin' hot |
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Blazin', amazin', I give it all I got |
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Who you gon' call when it's time to brawl? |
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Standin' 'round, waitin' for my Queendom to fall |
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I think not, styles are pipin' hot |
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Blazin', amazin', I give it all I got |
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Bananas, bananas |
