Got the 80-0 in case a nigga wanna roll up Get'cha motherfuckin' shit swoll up Now it's back to Queens to serve fiends Makin G's by any means, my eyes
to the skullies Make me flashback to the laps and the Cudi's Don't make me relax, I'll run laps around dummies Relapse, he's backs, it's a wrap for you
when I got it I said, "Baby bless" That was the 80's but now look at this crazy mess We in the 90's and finally it's lookin' good Hip-hop took it to
23 more for queens to be more I?m over they heads like a bulimic on a sea-saw Now, that?s 50 porch monkeys ate up at the same time Nasty Nas that, y?
she deserved Like those cheesy 80's movies epitomized and All things, we'd come to know Beach wood was a Boheme from the sexy 60's scene Grew up East
than she deserved Like those cheesy 80's movies She epitomized all things We'd come to know Beachwood was a boheme From the sexy 60's scene Grew up east
niggas I could kill em with a passion, At times I feel like slashing in jamaican queens fashion You think you can fuck around, but kid you're just thinking It's
Liberace And high speed, livin' his life in luxury Drop top ease, I'm tryin' to get money, across seas While my lady shippin' agent 3-80's, from Germany
life's courses Watch your step dun move cautious It's a cold world, so dress proper, keep 80's inside pelles Flip it like Makaveli, what thrill me 'Cuz it's
Mind over matter, mouth in motion Can't defy, 'cause I'll never be quiet Let's start this Right You spend a buck in the 80's, whatcha you get is a preacher
[Verse 1:] I'm a 80's baby "Mercedes" made me Crack money and "Moet" made me crazy Strapped hungry with' no vest they named me "AZ" Amongst the militant
of the sewers, I'm the honorable diddy, I taste the dirt in my sweat, that's from the Harlem struggle, All in my swagger that's the reason why I got
rule big time Play it like Canadian wine, RZA 's the rhyme now, the sacredness of one's true mind Now let's get colorful like money green High roller
gangsta rap I stay strapped down like Crazus in "Creep More" Got Macs, Trey Pounds, 3-80s and C-4 [Lloyd Banks:] Yeah yeah [50 Cent:] Banks, Yayo hold up Yayo's
Enough of this man, let's get this here straight like creases It's a never-ending cycle and motion that never ceases It's compresses and releases and for the love of Jesus It's
You got a body that's stickin'; some men die for less You got a face of a queen in a beauty contest You're a lady in the 80s, never wild or crazy Just
Yayo] Men Of Respect! See us comin through you better respect us! (BROOKLYN!) Papoose... Jimmy! (HARLEM!) Bank$ what's good? It's Yayo nigga! (QUEENS!)