Текст, перевод и аккорды “Queens Get The Money”
- Eh yo Queens get the money Niggas still screaming Paper chasing Where presidential candidates is planning wars with other nations Over steak with Masons Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters Their daddy's faceless Play this, by your stomach Let my words massage it and rub it I'll be his daddy if there's nobody there to love it Tell him his name's Nasir Tell him how he got here Mama was just having fun with someone above her years Niggas is still hating Talking that Nas done fell off with rhyming He'd rather floss with diamonds They pray "please God let him spit that Uzi in the army linen That shorty doo-wop rolling oo-wop in the park reclining" Take 27 emcee's put them in a line and they're out of alignment my assignment since he said retirement hiding behind 8 Mile and The Chronic Gets rich but dies rhyming This is hot science Now add 23 more from Queens to B-more I've over their heads Like a bulimic on a seesaw Now that's 50 porch monkeys ate up at the same time Nasty Nasdaq Y'all going to bow holmes, it's Dow Jones .80 cal chrome Needed time alone to zone The mack left his iPhone and his 9 at home My queen used the milkshake to bring y'all to my slaughter houses I do this for the group home kids in boarding houses This is that nigga shit that's on the album For the niggas inside the chalk line in 40 houses Bring back Arsenio Hip-hop was aborted So Nas breathes life, back into the embryo Let us make man in our image Spit it, I'm Huey P in Louis V throwing Molotov for Emmit You aint as hot as I is All of these fake prophets are not messiahs You don't know how high the sky is The square milage of Earth, or what pi is I'm the shaky hand that touched Geogre Foreman in Zaire The same hand that punched down devils that brought down the towers
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