it - turn it - leave it - stop - format it" [repeat 6x] [Intro: Busta Rhymes (Lloyd Banks)] Aiyyo Swizz (It ain't over) we sone created another epidemic
was never born? let me make this clear Just a thought if it [? ] It's not about a salery it's all about reality, And Hip Hop is the reality that creates
world is yours. Acknowledgements: First off, I wanna thank God. And I wanna thank everybody for helping me out with this. Couldn
in positions thought I'd never do proper Created a machine, now you know you can't stop her Tryin' to turn me out, it never happen, so stop this I'm suppose
Know what I mean? [DMC:] Queens day cash made on Hollis Ave. Queen's Queen's Queen's yea yea yea, make, make it, make it seem easy Queens day cash made
crash you just a finder bender no contenders you so limber see I'm stiffted and my mistress is this rap shit I came in with my main bitch we live in peace and harmony but this
snipers Ignite us We'll be candles in the dark Solid like Noah's Ark I was destined for this part In the scheme of thangs We kings and queens eatin'
seem easy Queens Day Cash made on Hollis Ave Queens, queens, queens Some come out of their hometown and they never get dough But three teens from queens take over the world
to think we retarded And slow as hell but well well Look now we regarded as the nigg's I fuck with non-rappin nigg's, non-clappin nigg's Nigg's is real
let me make this clear just the thought of it definitely brings me tears It's not about a salery it's all about reality, And Hip Hop is the reality that creates
and our weakness, we bleed Deceive to believe in this modern Eden, we thieve Conceive through this belly, we beasts Ninety thieves stalk woods for Priest Leave out this
we broke up, I?ll get out of this faze My imagination gets the best of me You end up getting the rest of me The obsessed, crazy, drama queen If you know
we broke up, I'll get out of this faze My imagination gets the best of me You end up getting the rest of me The obsessed, crazy, drama queen If you know
, who lives to create turbulence, Another, who straddles an androgynous fence, *And we're not sure where he'll fall.* Minute is his contact with the outside world
. One, who lives to create turbulence, Another, who straddles an androgynous fence, And we're not sure where he'll fall. Minute is his contact with the outside world
to hard, we was ejected To the creator - was it you that made moms pick Queens? So her baby son could race the world, when he created things? Why her
drop benz sticky lime green And that's all because you ain't do no popping Girls hate you like bad food I got this bar rocking But fuck them broads tell them we
spirit snipers Ignite us We'll be candles in the dark Solid like Noah's Ark I was destined for this part In the scheme of thangs We kings and queens