Freestyle #15 lyrics

Yo we represent Queens

[Mr. Cheeks]
Yeah yeah
We have a tight situation goin down right now
A tight situation
LB Fam, Queens most wanted
Funkmaster Flex

Queens n*ggas in effect!

Yo (Uptown Boogie Down)
We bring the dram' to the mills, show the skills
(Brooklyn!) Word up? How we do baby
Represent (NYC)

Aiyyo, aiyyo
I come correct with just a paper and a pen
With glasses with tints, I represents with my men
Either, inside or outside the pen
Color of my skin spells sin
And let me begin, to hit these motherf*ckers in the gut
My attitude is what? I lay in the cut
Your crew's blunt, they play Moet when we come
I represent the slum no need to tell you where I'm from
Jeans speak for themselves, Jamaica Queens fit
I play the smart when I hustle on the Van Whip
Believe kid, word to mom we come through
And make a power move kid on you you and you
My man Pop got the Glock ready in position
Rapper bust a cap we do the same, man listen
You must be on a mission thinkin you can f*ck around
With the champ you must be amped you can't blast a whole round
I make the fo'-pound everytime now how you want it
I think I'm bustin up inside that ass because I'm black
So down everyday, that's the way I sway
Like I said before you're just a needle stuck in hey
Yo what the f*ck you say? You don't smoke trees?
Now what the f*ck that got to do, with the LB's?
Get a few degrees, plus robberies
My rhymes is perfected like a sniper when I squeeze
It's not about the G's it's capabilities in this
For those that try to diss I put you on my death list
I'm the drink they call, lime with a twist
I got the sh*t that go, pump your black fist (PUMP PUMP)
If you tight what's the deal, wanna get ill?
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