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Queen If You Can T Beat Them

, keep the heat cocked For these blocks that are shady, you're crazy if you walk around Thinking shit's gravy, stop me? Maybe I'm livin' life lawless, makin' big investments On them

into them soundclash see winnin them, just begginin them Get rid of ev-ery bit of them with them negative idioms I don't even consider them In the new millenium we killin them

always meant what they needed them to mean What made them real was the action in between She dreamt that Assata was free in they old house in Queens The

new ever, if you don't know your bitch ass better Watch out Axe somebody, shoot 'em up The Hurricane G is live and in color Watch out We run you motherfuckers

you should never hate, congratulate Look hurr, my attitude is just that you may never know my mind Or know just what I'm thinkin' if I don't won't you

if the thought of Bubba woke you from yo' sleep But next time, get that phlegm up out your throat before you speak Why won't you just compete instead

attain There will never be another me an' no matter what they do There will never be another you You can search but you'll never find You can try to

check what I say You can bounce with Dres, or you can bounce with Dre You can flip the script, or you can parlay Or you can learn the words and say what we say Chorus: If you

say Right or wrong, don't you think that he deserves a play? 'Cause he's living for you and you and you and you The brother X tried but he died trying