Fucking With Walt

(الألبوم: John P. Kelly - 2001)

Yeah, that's what I thought
[?], I love Queens, New York
Yo, we letting niggas have it, gats made of plastic
All day drug traffic, keep fiends blasted
Catch me in a hot-ass coupe, listen Duke
Yo, dead to all that tough shit cuz you ain't bulletproof
QNW, we bust off shots in tank-tops
We pump on blocks and hate cops plus we got the bank stocked
I run through chicks, learn the rules
I keep my shit laced and rock jewels, [?], it's all for you
Yo, fuck me? Nah, bitch, fuck you
Yo, see me? You see O and Q, yo it's so beautiful
Got dough to blow and green to burn
Yo hard-head niggas live and learn, listen here, it's our turn
We spit that shit, make your team pause
But if you really think you ill, go for yours
[?]
We make it happen, fuck chatting
I'm good with the gat, I'm even nicer with the rapping
Your Henny out, I start asking, you're cut in half like a fraction
I light something up like Manhattan
You go hard but we go harder, I take it to em like Vince Carter
You throw it my way, don't even bother
You's a six-man and I'm a starter, the queen's heart
It's up to me if you gonna make it til tomorrow, mother fucker