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I feel like something special bout to happen Queens nigga but the meetings be up in manhattan Move the packs fast, hoops ain t both crick We up to cook another one, bullshit We should have the hood olympics, a cook off Let s see which coke is terrific and who is gifted With the coffee pot, biggest hold the cookie jar Let us separate the hustlers from the rookies y all I knew enough spanish not to get jerked when I want work Plus, plus, plus I let my gun off, berserk Got my cousins in the pink houses, never had job niggas They was into murdering, kidnaps and rob niggas I was to rhyme as a hobby on my closet lobby Fucking up ounces, take it back to quarters then Hoe sales with ... kimble, even show I water min Fast forward, got locked for a shooting Hits whop it, back when like kings first recruiting Locked in the zone, mind separate, guidance counselor I went to school with a weapon, not for protection Just to show it off, but I m gonn really use it The power of the gun, it gave me strength, I would abuse it I never ever ever thought I d make it out in music Started writing rhymes harder, and to visionthe youth Locked up, reading daniel goren s books Expanding my imagination, I got created with the bendo My person identified Hood pride, logical, wrote about the blocks, streets and obstacles Man this shit work when you think about it I mean I still get money when you think about it Rap, probably saved my life twice with it I m still nice with it, let s forget all the ice with ice Forget my accolades and other big things I did I was a wild kid, I would ve ran up in yo crib Remember war report, cnn legacy Hip hop pedigree, rhymes is a felony Student of the game, I take responsibility Give me tranquility so niggas can t belittle me I m still doing what I do way past you This album s home the heart, sorta feel like I have to Prove shit, do the new shit And the true school shit, wild with the deuces Little guns for the little guns gala Blade back, in a leather couch, harawana Eye vision clearer, I love who I see in the mirror I couldn t make that clearer Try to compete with a real street nigga Doing street shit, you as soft as aloe vera, agh? Somehing special bout to happen Queens nigga, queens nigga I m still nice with it, cook another one Separate the hustlers from the rookies y all Cnn, cnn legacy Hip hop hop pedigree Rhymes is a felony Bill doin warrup dude? True school shit, real street niggas.
Writer(s): Kejuan Waliek Muchita, Victor Santiago Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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