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they wanna [Q-Tip] get down [Busta Rhymes] blick shit piano sick shit [Q-Tip] get down [Busta Rhymes] chill you can get off my dick and [Q-Tip] get down

wanna [Q-Tip] get down [Busta Rhymes] blick shit piano sick shit [Q-Tip] get down [Busta Rhymes] chill you can get off my dick and [Q-Tip] get down [

ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin' Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin' You say you got this but we don't see nothin'

gone Money, money, money, don't try To make it with your songs but like Salt 'n Pepa In El Segundo we push it along, push it And then Fat Beats wouldn't

a higher plateau? Truely I'm taking it slow Enough for you to seek the knowledge and to know I'm the Q U E E N, L A T I F A H Queen of the Army Posse

Put cream on it, Q.B. we rep often Take over your party, slamdance witcha hood Took your ladies back to the projects with us Then sent her {ass} back on the Q

pack her bags left Your style is A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S Don't test, I taught you how to get your deals You put my style

the fact That we won't be denied that respect you try to hide Shit this ain't rock 'n' roll ('Cause the rap is in control, Q-Tip)