[Intro:]
You dogs wanna know the life I live
You dogs wanna see the things I did
So much in this world is this shit
It's just shit, just full of this
[Queen Pen]
Check it, on some down and dirty shit, Crown Height shit
Is you life thugged out Benji style shit
While you wanna front on your white style shit
Praisin all your dough on some real bullshit
I cops the high rent on land bitch
Without being platinum that's that smart guy shit
You talk about keys but never flip wiz kid
The first to cop a pleed, that's that real hot shit
Can't pick or choose wit click you wanna run with
On the up and up that's that real crab shit
Poppin mad shit on that mix tape shit
But when it's time to face a heat, you on that other type shit
I know what I did, what I seen, where I been
While you capitalize of this life you done lived
If you ask me that's some real bullshit
Record called me suppin me up, fake artist shit
[Chorus: Joe Hooker]
You will never be better than me
See you much too smart to me
You will never be better than me
See you much too smart to me
[Queen Pen]
Talkin about a life that you know you never lived
You a studio gangsta phony artist shit
Poppin twenty bottles but never leave bid
That's that show off, big trick shit
Makin trips outta town, I gotta survive type shit
Cashin in my stamps to make the ends meet shit
How do my niggas dose on some real legal shit
On the low that's that real have your back type shit
Stickin around with your baby daddy down in the shit
That's the daily life we live straight strugglin type shit
Wanna be with your don, on some Mark Pitts shit
Fuckin around wit my click, get that face lift shit
On your Ms. locked down, you outta bail type shit
You a snitchin ass punk on that deep cover shit
Never nigga
[Chorus]
[Queen Pen]
We gets down for I's on some ghetto star shit
'87, '99, we was legendary chip chicks
On I-95, pushin big boy whips
Six bricks in the trunk, that's that Braveheart shit
We done done it, lived it, wit you still talkin shit
And see a life thru your click, that's the fraudulent shit
On some flippin now shit, gettin money typed shit
Smokin purple haze every day, every night shit
Bitches holdin grunges on that childish type shit
And when the dough get low tell me where your click is
We roll 50 deep on that war type shit
Hittas in the trunk that's that real life shit
First trip around on some lesson earth shit
But this trip around, strictly QB shit
Bystorm shit, some more real shit
Up in ya face, stronjay type shit, ha
[Chorus]
[Hook x8]
I'm that shit, you that shit
Everybody gonna wanna rock my shit
Click, street team
Relax, make moves like what
Brooklyn, Uptown
Beak it down one time, to y'all
Queen of the Click
Lookie here, look at me, hah
Me and my boys we, poised to do big things this year
Make a lot of noise in dis here
We comes through with the multiple of ends
Then flows through with the multiple of Benzes
Cartier lenses, me and my mens's
'Bout to take over with a vengeance
Watch your spot 'cause we hot to trot
See we plottin' for the top spot and that's what we got
Now we hold it like convo', rhyme Don flow
Queen throw her nookie like Madonna nine-four, what?
Y'all ain't know? Untold damage, shit
I got the flow that you can't romantage
Make you whole vanish like Copperfield
Drop, to the bottom then I rise, to the top of the field
Drop your shield, y'all gon' be okay
And I'll be much sleeker in the C.O.K.
'Cause I am, The Queen Pen of the Click
The littlest G with the, hottest shit
Here's one thing, y'all should never forget
That she flows like no other chick
I am, The Queen Pen of the Click
The littlest G with the, hottest shit
Here's one thing, y'all should never forget
That she flows like no other chick
Rock chicks I'm dyin' from boredom, please
I can't wait for y'all to fall like autumn leaves
So I can shine like six-four sittin' on deez, huh
The less be y'all, the more for me
I put it down like bad kids, stop the madness, shit
I roast y'all bitches with Ad-Libs
The garbage shit stops, when the hottest shit drops
And y'all can't front on how the shit knocks
Even haters, gotta love the sta-tus, or the stat-us
Y'all wanna hit, get at us
Hey you, wanna debut number one like we do?
You gots to roll with my crew
We got the cars with the rims got the rings and the ice
Put it all together let it all gleam nice
Gotta pay a mean price, you go against my click
And here's one thing, y'all should never forget
That I am, The Queen Pen of the Click
The littlest G with the, hottest shit
Here's one thing, y'all should never forget
That she flows like no other chick
I am, The Queen Pen of the Click
The littlest G with the, hottest shit
Here's one thing, y'all should never forget
That she flows like no other chick
I run circles around you, verb'll straight serve you
Day to night, we keep it tight like a girdle
Nine to five, y'all should make it your job to
Keep Queen Pen close to your ears like a bob
We make this, world revolve with this music of ours
From S-950's to music guitars
You know the program, let no man, interrupt your flow
And if that's your man, you better let him know
I'm like, Damien Oman, six-six-six
The way I be flowin' is sick-sick-sick
Ice rope glowin', focus on the wrist, it takes
More than that to get close to dis
Straight hits on me with my nigga T.R. and
Gimme I be in, straight shinin'
It's all in the timin' and how the shit clicks
And here's one thing, y'all should never forget
That I am, The Queen Pen of the Click
The littlest G with the, hottest shit
Here's one thing, y'all should never forget
That she flows like no other chick
I am, The Queen Pen of the Click
The littlest G with the, hottest shit
Here's one thing, y'all should never forget
That she flows like no other chick
Yeah, this is dedicated
To Crown Heights, Brooklyn
To all my street team, that finally made it
Yo a party ain't a party 'till it's ran all through
And leave it to my crew it's gon' be playa' proof
After three rounds we gon' blow off this roof
A party ain't a party 'til it's ran all through
Now a party ain't a party 'till it's ran all through
And leave it to my crew it's gon' be playa' proof
After three rounds we gon' blow off this roof
A party ain't a party 'til it's ran all through
Shorty who you be you're starin' at me instantly
As I walk into this video I can feel you diggin' me
Wit' yo' glass of Remy, you had one too many
But still I'm impressed wit' cho' wild out Henney
It's a party and I got's to run all through
But maybe later on we can chat over booze
See I thought you knew, ain't no delayin' what I'm sayin'
Want me to rewind and collect on my track, it won't wait
I said it's a party, I got's to run all through
We holdin' 20 plus we can follow if you choose
See ain't nothin' changed, since the days of the Q
Except uh, elimination that wanna chew up my crew
Yes you, but you true I got to browse on through
You can catch me at the bar bein' shady to my old crew
How I do? Make moves like I shoot
Catch me on the rebound, or maybe at the tummy
Yo a party ain't a party 'till it's ran all through
And leave it to my crew it's gon' be playa' proof
After three rounds we gon' blow off this roof
A party ain't a party 'til it's ran all through
Now a party ain't a party 'till it's ran all through
And leave it to my crew it's gon' be playa' proof
After three rounds we gon' blow off this roof
A party ain't a party 'til it's ran all through
I'm tipsy from the cab, down the whole bottle of Henney
Peepin' shorties in my biz and seein' many
But there's somethin' about you
You seem off the hook
Givin' me that "I want to say somethin'" look
Plus that dress you wearin'
Got my whole team starin'
You not bouncin' with me, I'm not hearin'
Lickin' the lips for real like you really want it
Is you dealin' with the cat that's blunted?
Stay forever real shorty Ra', is you down
To go home wit' the champ a whole round? You see
I had my eyes on you from way across the room
You looked so good from over here, I can smell your perfume
I assume, if I got ta come and get ya
Ya'd think I was only out to hit ya
See, you's an intelligent chick
With that Nestle type of smile
Held my temptations back for awhile
Tell my brother Tah Lee, I'll be back, yeah
That's Pretty Lou and Spigg Nice, so watch my jacket
Make her touch to my lips, put the drink in my hand
'Till the center my legs expand, 'cuz
That's how we do
Better forget her for me and you
I give a shout out to my whole crew
From New York City to Chicago too
Yo a party ain't a party 'till it's ran all through
And leave it to my crew it's gon' be playa' proof
After three rounds we gon' blow off this roof
A party ain't a party 'til it's ran all through
Now a party ain't a party 'till it's ran all through
And leave it to my crew it's gon' be playa' proof
After three rounds we gon' blow off this roof
A party ain't a party 'til it's ran all through
Now a party ain't a party until I run through it
Pick 'em, stick 'em, sick 'em, that how I do it
Move it, get down keepin' ya'll movin'
Certified game tight prove it, aight
Deala of the dance floor, makin' all ya'll stomp and clap
Ya feelin' me? Damn sure
I had the answers for ya dancers
Since way back, puttin' it down like that
I came in the door, 20 or more
Watch the dance floor, 'cuz we like it raw
Dom got my head spinnin' like a set of rims
Nutta Butta like a pair of Timbs
What the deal shorty? Wanna rock with me
Take ya back, do the wop wit' me
Spend the cash like Monopoly
Words slurred and my vision is blurred
But a party ain't a party 'til I slide with a bird, what?
Yo a party ain't a party 'till it's ran all through
And leave it to my crew it's gon' be playa' proof
After three rounds we gon' blow off this roof
A party ain't a party 'til it's ran all through
Now a party ain't a party 'till it's ran all through
And leave it to my crew it's gon' be playa' proof
After three rounds we gon' blow off this roof
A party ain't a party 'til it's ran all through
Yo a party ain't a party 'till it's ran all through
And leave it to my crew it's gon' be playa' proof
After three rounds we gon' blow off this roof
A party ain't a party 'til it's ran all through
Now a party ain't a party 'till it's ran all through
And leave it to my crew it's gon' be playa' proof
After three rounds we gon' blow off this roof
[Intro]
Uh, it's all for you, my melody boo
This lovin' is all for you, break it down, how you feel about this
[verse 1]
Reminiscing to back in our beginning
Sweet politicing in the heart of the village
We slid digits on low, exchanged a couple of 'hellos'
As you slid out the door
I remember clearly makein' moves up the steps we made eye contact
It was his gleam that brought me back, ligit
How we met on some real ghetto star shit
Mad chicks on my melody's dick
See he got this kinda grace about himself
Dealin' with fast life all flooded up with wealth
So for him, cuties just be comin' like a dime a dozen
Smooth talkin' brothers always get easy fuckin'
But I ain't mad, at all of his cutie head lovin'
And all his playin hard to get was worth tryin' to get my lovin
He's got personality for days
The kinda melody others bad talkin' many ways
The kinda beat that always stays paid, my special kinda boo who always
appreciates gettin' laid
My melody...
[sung]
Just the way. I wanna be loved
Yeah...
[verse 2]
True, we been together from the very beginning
Since blocks be turned into states, baguettes be turned into cakes
So he be knowin' how I'm down by law
Plus his knowledge himself be havin' his mentality bore
He gets first bids when I'm blowin' in from tour
His sex is respected behind closed doors
Listen, he the bomb, I can't tell you different
It's a fact how he mistify me like Kaiser Sosack
Uh, it feels good to know how others wish they could be loved
In the clubs bitches screwin' up their mugs because
They envious to how my boo is true to this
Gold diggin' bitches always be disputing shit
That don't even concern them, I'm learnin'
The next chick that try to make your melody a B-track
But true, he be bigger than that
My boo be realisin' that his wifey'll always have his back, uh
...Check out my melody...
[sung]
Cause you love me baby....
Just the way I wanna be loved,
Yeah...
[verse 3]
Communication be never a mess
Coz he be keepin' street conflict away from this relationship
He's got a mind of his own
He's a leader, not scared to be a dreamer, my black man digger
And I be down till the day that I die, loyalty bonafied
So how ask why I, dedicated all my love to his cause
Financially lock him down, hide his monies from the law 'coz
No matter what my melody be's a good man
No m,atter how he ran on the actions of his plan and
I be down till the day that I die
Loyalty bonafied, my melody and I... uh
[sung]
'Coz you love me baby,
Just the way I wanna be loved,
Yeah... It's so nice lyin' here in you arms
Your personality has that charm
'Coz you love me baby,
Just the way I wanna be loved,
Oooh I could stay here for the rest of my life
I wanna be your lover, wanna maybe you wife
'Coz you love me baby,
Just the way I wanna be loved,
Step right up, step up, step up
Step right up, step up, step up
This is how it should be done
'Cuz this style is identical to none
How can I make you dance some more
(TR)
That's what I came here for
This is how it should be done
(And now)
'Cuz this style is identical to none
(Here's the magnificent Funkey Mama)
How can I make you dance some more
(TR)
That's what I came here for
Feel your blue flows like water
The man behind the music will make you jump
Jack you're swingin' make you shake your rump
No dick or fee tellin' me this is what you want
Baselines and snares that will make you funk
Intimidated by his 14 year old
At 97 he's a different kind of funk
We push together like a perfect hand and tongue
You pressed your luck and now your back to should be sunk
Be coming, free the future, with yo' face punked
Forgot about the past now what you want
Platinum tracks to put you on the map
'Cuz we gotta keep it in the fam'
You had yo' chance to be down wit da man
So busy playa hatin', perpetuating, articulating
Balla's down four, you can't take me
What the deal ma
Funkey Mama plays the track so you could feel, huh?
I'll make a D, I'm all about the dolla' bills y'all
Rock the diamond Lex while I sit behind my desk and sign the checks
If you like hits baby, got 'em going crazy on Blackstreet
You know it's plaque time when me and the track meet
Save all yo whack beats, QP and TR so precise with mics
We should be surgeons in E.R.
The block knows, baby girl, be my diamond 'cuz she rocks shows
See my one's ain't no way that you can stop those
Little man got your breath together
With Queen Pen, now it's hot to death, so take a look back
What I did, what I'm doing, where I take this
It's kinda simple 'cuz it's nothing just to make hits
Peep the facts, keep 'em stacked
When the streets are black, ladies scream he's the Mack
'Cuz I kick
(What)
Shit that make the fly chick you with my chick
And plush funds just ridiculous 'cuz I'm rich
We are TR, you see, QP, that's we, Blackstreet, gone
You can't take it
(And now, here's the magnificent Funkey Mama)
Now Teddy jam for me one time
Enforce that then I'd make my hips bump and grind
We'll just happen all this shit in this 'cuz of platinum hits
Little man be the shit, Funkey Mama represent
It ain't never been no different and we got witnesses
You account for all of this shit
Just we, and get your block knocked off
You can keep your I-pinion till you get there
'Cause it don't matter, we don't follow chit chatter
We make hits and calls, my situations get thick
Ask St. Nick, about the repertoire
For those in the past, they know who they are
If the shoe fits, trust we gon' wear it
Can we be's the baddest clique up on this planet
We paid the cost to be boss guys
'Cuz scare money don't win money, now drop it
This is how it should be done
'Cuz this style is identicle to none
How can I make you dance some more
(Little man)
That's what I came here for
This is how it should be done
'Cuz this style is identicle to none
How can I make you dance some more
(TR)
That's what I came here for
This is how it should be done
'Cuz this style is identicle to none
How can I make you dance some more
(TR)
That's what I came here for
This is how it should be done
'Cuz this style is identicle to none
How can I make you dance some more
(TR)
That's what I came here for
This is how it should be done
'Cuz this style is identicle to none
How can I make you dance some more
(TR)
Yeah, it's 97 going into 98
And I've been doin' this for mad years, payin' dues
This is my heart, my purpose in life and finally I'm on
Which brings me to realize that the tough life
That I had only made me stronger, true
A ha ha ha ha
I know this much is true
A ha ha ha ha
I know this much is true
Growin' up didn't want to have nothing to do wit' you
Make you hittin' everybody went to high school wit' you
Wanna play you close and jump in the pool wit' you
I don't know what to do but this much is true
And in the hood, they all like to knock your career
And turn right around when you hot a gear
I played Midas and told them that it's God I fear
That the man upstairs, he control this here
And it's funny how, soon as the money piles
Everybody wanna play with that brother now
Run me down, but when the doe gets low
Only a few friends roll, you know
And mama, bless her heart, she used to give me strife
Said, "Lynisse, please do something with your life"
And how it's gon' play out, I don't have a clue
All I know is this much is true, true
A ha ha ha ha
I know this much is true
A ha ha ha ha
I know this much is true
And I remember when, I used to feen for calls
When I hit number one I had to scream out calls
Used to see my Mama strugglin', worn from work
Told her when I made it big she never goin'-a work
I used to wish at night that my brothers in the street
Hustlin', shit, they would live to the light
And see another day somehow, find another way I vow
To all my soldiers I hold you down
From standin' in the rain to the rovers now
I'm screamin' your name to warn you
That the rollers is around
To on-stage throwin' it down
No matter where you at represent your hood
No matter where I'm at I'm representing my hood
And how it's gon' all play out I don't have a clue
All I know is this much is true, true
A ha ha ha ha
I know this much is true
A ha ha ha ha
I know this much is true
I've opened up my eyes to a brighter day
Nobody in the block gave their life away
We all tryin' to take it easily
And everybody wanna make it seems is free
Today it's all good and it seems so strange
Since you look up in the hood now things done changed
Kids they used to be wheelies for blocks
Is out ridin' their bikes, doin' wheelies for blocks
And bitches on the bench, still gossipin', who's she slidin' in
Who's she slidin' with, outside partyin'
Old timers in the back playin' dominoes
Kids freestyling, all kinds of flows
Girls flow through with designer clothes
It's day now but you know how nighttime goes
And how it's gon' play out I don't have a clue
All I know is this much is true, true
A ha ha ha ha
I know this much is true
A ha ha ha ha
I know this much is true
You know it's true
A ha ha ha ha
I know this much is true
A ha ha ha ha
I know this much is true
You know it's true
A ha ha ha ha
I know this much is true
A ha ha ha ha
I know this much is true
You know it's true
Big Dave, come in
Yo, go 'head
What's your twenty?
I'm in front of the a room right now
Ten four
I got cha
(She comin')
She's on her way to the back
I got cha
(She comin')
Don't let nobody fuck with her
(She comin')
I got cha
(She comin')
She got a lot to say, aight?
I got cha, I got cha
(She comin')
Step back bitch, better take notes
Teddy got too much dough for me to ever go broke
(Word)
I'm callin' your bluff, what you ever tote?
I'm raw and uncut like Columbian Coke
Now how many of y'all wanna fuck with me?
Trick question, who wants to fuck with Queen?
While y'all role play, I'm always mean
And before sound scan, I'm ate by the streets
You, you real funny to me
Like a drag queen with heels and a head full of weave
Talkin' about Ki's, that you never seen
(Seen)
Rappin' about gats, that you never packed
(Packed)
I'm da, original don dadda
And I say this to your face it'll take a whole lotta
For you, to catch up to my speed
Fuck your icey rings, fuck this industry
Take away the shine, you still a chicken wing
Bum bitch, yeah, I said it
(Yeah)
Bum bitch, and I never will regret it
(70,000 in the first week? That shit is ridiculous)
Don't bring them bitches around me
(I got cha)
Don't bring sand to the beach
(I got cha)
Pump QP in the jeeps
(I got cha)
We beez the baddest in the streets
(I got cha)
It's my time, to shine
(I got cha)
Those styles, y'all kicked, was mine
(I got cha)
Don't let me catch y'all tricks this time
(I got cha)
Take away your right to spit a rhyme
(I got cha)
I got a, chip on my shoulder and shit on my chest
I took a little break and bitches got overconfident
On the really girl, you don't want no conflict
Save your slick talk for Saturday night's at plex
QP is back, what did y'all expect?
That I stay pregnant forever, and live off of my publishing cheques?
All this bad chat got me kind of vexed
Y'all been talkin' about me ever since I fucked that nigga from next
It's all over, I'm shuttin' y'all down
By the end of the first quarter, y'all gone be sayin', "Damn she foul"
Dead, QP ain't playin' around
She goin' hardcore on y'all bitches dis round
Don't bring them bitches around me
(I got cha)
Don't bring sand to the beach
(I got cha)
Pump QP in the jeeps
(I got cha)
We beez the baddest in the streets
(I got cha)
It's my time, to shine
(I got cha)
Those styles, y'all kicked, was mine
(I got cha)
Don't let me catch y'all tricks this time
(I got cha)
Take away your right to spit a rhyme
(I got cha)
Big Dave, come in
Yo, go 'head
What's your twenty?
I'm in front of the a room right now
Ten four
(I got cha)
(She comin')
She's on her way to the back
I got cha
(She comin')
Don't let nobody fuck with her
(She comin')
I got cha
(She comin')
She got a lot to say, aight?
I got cha, I got cha
Big Dave, come in
Yo, go 'head
What's your twenty?
I'm in front of the A room right now
Ten four
I got cha (she comin)
She's on her way to the back
I got cha (she comin)
Don't let nobody fuck with her (she comin')
I got cha (she comin)
She got a lot to say, aight?
I got cha (she comin) I got cha
Step back bitch, better take notes
Teddy got too much dough for me to ever go broke (word)
I'm callin your bluff, what you ever tote?
I'm raw and uncut like Columbian coke
Now how many of y'all wanna fuck with me?
Trick question, who wants to fuck with Queen?
While y'all role play, I'm always mean
And before Soundscan, I'm ate by the streets
You - you real funny to me
Like a drag queen with heels and a head full of weave
Talkin about ki's, that you never seen (seen)
Rappin about gats, that you never packed (packed)
I'm da, original don dadda
And I say this to your face it'll take a whole lotta
For you, to catch up to my speed
Fuck your icey rings (uh-huh) fuck this industry (uh-huh)
Take away the shine, you still a chicken wing
Bum bitch! Yeah, I said it! (yeah)
Bum bitch! And I never will regret it
(70,000 In the first week? That shit is ridiculous)
Don't bring them bitches around me (I got cha)
Don't bring sand to the beach (I got cha)
Pump QP in the Jeeps (I got cha)
We beez the baddest in the streets (I got cha)
It's my time, to shine (I got cha)
Those styles, y'all kicked, was mine (I got cha)
Don't let me catch y'all tricks this time (I got cha)
Take away your right to spit a rhyme! (I got cha)
I got a, chip on my shoulder and shit on my chest
I took a little break and bitches got overconfident
On the really girl, you don't want no conflict
Save your slick talk for Saturday night's at plex
QP is back, what did y'all expect?
That I stay pregnant forever, and live off of my publishing checks?
All this bad chat got me kind of vexed
Y'all been talkin about me ever since I fucked that nigga from next
It's all over, I'm shuttin y'all down
By the end of the first quarter, y'all gone be sayin, "damn she foul"
Dead, QP ain't playin around
She goin hardcore on y'all bitches dis round
Don't bring them bitches around me (I got cha)
Don't bring sand to the beach (I got cha)
Pump QP in the Jeeps (I got cha)
We beez the baddest in the streets (I got cha)
It's my time, to shine (I got cha)
Those styles, y'all kicked, was mine (I got cha)
Don't let me catch y'all tricks this time (I got cha)
Take away your right to spit a rhyme! (I got cha)
Big Dave, come in
Yo, go 'head
What's your twenty?
I'm in front of the A room right now
Ten four (I got cha!) (she comin)
She's on her way to the back
I got cha (she comin)
Don't let nobody fuck with her (she comin)
I got cha (she comin)
She got a lot to say, aight?
[Intro]
Queen Pen: Me'shell Ndegeocello, play for me, c'mon talk to me
Me'shell: anyone know, it never ceases to amaze me how everbody's always in
somebody else's buisness, looking for something, but 'cha know, for what
it's worth -
we could give a fuck!
[chorus]
Me'shell: Girlfriend, girlfriend, yes i had your girlfriend
Queen Pen: If that was your girlfriend, if that was your girlfriend, if that
was your girlfriend, she wasn't last night [x2]
[verse 1]
now how you just gon' be playa hatin' on me
coz i got mad bitches just wanting me
And i got mad niggaz just checkin' for me see
I got more stock than you ever see, i be...
The one that your main squeeze been diggin
Pull you out your closet, sex on weekends
It's my buisness of what i do, him or her, he or she, inside you
So while you be yappin' and talkin to your friends
Beefin 'bout that yellow chicken, the green benz
I'll be havin' all your people's info with the second part of my ???
she slid the number, what you gettin mad at me for
she said she was single when she closed my car door
[chorus]
[verse 2]
Me'shell: so queen tell me, where did you meet her,
[Queen Pen:]
On the sunday, mac, she was walking out ???
I was just chillin, mindin my own business
Sittin on the corner, waitin for my sister
When she slid by, maybe 4 or 5 times
Wanted me to notice the rythm of her thighs
Oh boy, uh, girls are just so funny to me
I can see how niggas get into these beefs
She knew she had a man when she came up in the piece
She said she was a regular and how about me,
If she gave me her digits would i call her after three
The way she fliked her hips made you move to have to see
How these chinese jamaican tried to draw it by me
It never ceases to amaze me
[Me'shell:] Ain't nobody gotta know just how much you want me
[chorus]
[verse 3]
Now how i've ran, you've only a few
But you can back track and ask them how i do it how it is
Who the flyest chick, with the phattest whip
And run her all night, like a burger with a chip
And if it's all good then i feature it again
Like a fix remix, (if you need a fix)
See you gots to be real like my ex beverly
You don't have your man just stressin out on me
Coz he can't control how you throw your pussy
I'm a baller and i been for a ???
And if i choose to jerk her off then it's all on me
See you claimed that was your girl, well that's not how it seems
Uh, it never ceases to amaze me
[Me'shell:] Coz i like to get down so if you's wants ta i will
I love to love ya' baby
Yeah, so I guess by the time you get this kite, I'll be ghost, right?
Yup, check it
[Verse 1]
For too many years, I had yo back
And for too many years, you gave me slack
Tell me, what did you think
That I was a idiot?
Or, how many years you thought i'd take yo shit
I'm out, I'm leavin you wit the whips and the cribs
In exchange for the kids, and my happiness
Ghetto divorce, how real is this?
And oh yeah, tell you side bitch she _In Like Flint_
I left enough food to last until the weekends
And when its all gone, go eat wit your friends
Since thats, who you cherish, more then me
The one who carried every last one of your seeds
The one who did a bid for you when you copped one and three
The one who was on yo side when you copped yo first ki
Me and you kid, we was meant to be
Who'd think that the streets will make you flip on Queen
[Chorus x2: Miss Jones]
I'm doin my thang, I'm movin on
You won't appreciate a real bitch till shes gone
Never mind the drama and don't bother callin me
You'll never find a woman that looked out like me
[Verse 2]
For, many years concentrated on you
Lost focus on myself, seperated from my crew
Allowed you to drain down, my soul slowly
I'd rather be in the projects
Then stress and luxeries
So they're for I'm leavin you wit all yo ice
That shit wasn't worth bein alone at night
That shit wasn't worth worryin if you was alright
So ignorant, you never knew your wrongs from your rights
Never understood it was always about the respect
Not about bein yo main chick wit begettes on my neck
Not about bein me bein the baddest bitch in the hottest whip
It was about you bein a real man to me and yo kids, yo heard
[Chorus: x2]
I'm doin my thang, I'm movin on
You won't appreciate a real bitch till shes gone
Never mind the drama and don't bother callin me
You'll never find a woman who looked out like me
I'm doin my thang, I'm movin on
You won't appreciate a real bitch till shes gone
Never mind the drama hang yo lame apology
You'll never find a woman who looked out like me
[Verse 3]
True I, made the choice to a wife to a thug
But you gotta understand, at first it was about the love
But now, I don't know who the fuck you are
I thought I never say "I miss"when the times was hard
When all I had was you, and you had me
Instead of pushin big boys, we was pushin our feets
I never shitted on you, stricly loyalty
I lived how you lived, by the codes of the streets
But you broke that son, when you flipped out on me
You'll never find another chick that'll hold you down like Queen
Never, another chick that'll help you grip yo bricks
Never, another chick will love you without yo chips
Tha'll ride up in a hooptie, as well as a six
You gon miss me when I'm gone
P.S. it was real kid
Uh huh, Miss Jones break it down
how you feel about this
[Chorus: Repeat 3x]
I shouldn't loved him
I shouldn't wanted him
I shouldn't trust him
No I shouldn't fucked him
Now here I am carryin his seed
That makes two for him and a fourth for me
[Verse 1]
Sometimes I'm wreckin my brain, tryna to figure out
How we can come to this, how we even came about
We never took the time to measure the proper amounts
Or beef we would cause of sneakin around
If my brother even knew shit he'd proably flip out
And up until tonight we never had doubts
Remeber the first time that you slept over my house?
We made love to Donnell Jones, damn we so foul
But now its been a year from that day today
We still meet in the cut I can't live this way
Can't be no more us, fuck you feelin lame
What about me feelin loved, is sex all that its worth?
When it comes to us, I know that you love me
Its deeper then a nut, I know that you care for me
Its deeper then a nut
[Chorus: 3x]
[Verse 2]
You keep blamin it on him clamin him as a friend
Talkin about you and that nigga is tight like brothers
Fuck him, and I can put that on my life
So what he my baby daddy he don't do his child right
Tryna to explain I got tears in my eyes
This lump in my throat tryna hold back my cries
You talkin about me and ya booze ain't wise
Me and you has a cup Queen it just ain't right
You said it could never be yo niggas B.D. a wife
Tell me how would it look to the rest of my crew
You fuckin wit me Queen thats just bad news
I'm breakin rules but we just can't stop
I said we in too deep I'm not killin ya seed
I say we in too deep nigga I'm keepin my seed
[Chorus: 3x]
[Verse 3]
It really broke my heart to see you pushin that whip
When you couldn't even cop a new coat for yo kid
It really broke my heart when you cocked backed on me
When I was six months pregnant still beatin on me
It really fucked me up how you put me in debt
Fuckin up QPs dollars and sense
To think I catch your doughs and your whiz in my crib
Jeporadize a lively hood on me and my kids
And which one of those seeds belong to you
God would've been better of makin a cat or a baboon instead of you
Nigga I mean you ain't worth shit
A man that don't take care of his kids ain't worth lint
Now here I am I'm in love wit yo friend
And the only thing standin in the way is you bitch!
I cursed the day I ever even accepted your dick
Your daughters father don't know you
Tell her yo father is yo friend, bitch
The password is party.
T. Lee:
Ha, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
For the 98 this is how we do
Queen Pen ya'll, T. Lee ya'll
Rock on ya'll, D-Dot ya'll
Come On
Chorus:
Queen Pen:
For all the honeys in the ghetto that's holdin their own (rock the body)
T. Lee:
For all my puffed out dogs in the club thugged out (rock the body)
Queen Pen:
And if ya know that it's a fact that we got your back (rock the body)
T. Lee:
Ain't no doubt Queen and Tray Lee turn it out (rock the body)
Tracey Lee:
Lyrically I spray ya'll it's Tray ya'll
Slay ya'll niggas it ain't hard to face me
Break ya'll niggas like A.C.
Stay armed in case these cats want to hate on me
Kill or be killed I'm God sent
My callin' make shit bounce like Spaulding
Ya'll know cuevo make Tray flow en fuego
Its T. Lee spittin' and I'm down with the Queen
Queen Pen:
Radio play just really advances my chances
With big time niggas holdin legal finances
Ghetto star just about the whole of my life
Got eyes in the back of my head like mice
With ya chat bad boy, I lived it
I figure you just wake up in the morning
And blame it on a nigga
You's the type of nigga
I leave standin' at the bar
Have your thirsty ass waitin for my car tomorrow
It's them lame chicks that fuck it up for us
Runnin around the club bein a bag of darts
A bonafide child not like years in diss
Holdin down fort real Brooklyn shit
Weed rolled in fry talon dreads swa rich
Ain't nothin changed since ‘86
We stopped transportin' start makin hits
Ghetto from the start Queen represent
Chorus
Queen Pen:
Niggas talk shit on the regular
And those be the ones that sweatin ya'll
Wether east or west D servin ya'll
Tray Lee and the Queen Pen murderer
If it's not real boo, why bother
Tell me why window shop with bags of copper
Jack yo ass up like my baby father
Jack yo ass up like my baby father
Tracey Lee:
When Tray Lee come through it's party time
But a party ain't a party till you spark a dime
Ya'll can hate but I'm still gonna make ass shake
Still got the steel by the waist runnin through ya'll
Me and Queen Pen find us at the bar schemin
I still owe dough
So who I gotta get to break even
RNF niggas who live for the weekend
Stil drinkin, hey! stil leavin the club with hoes
They seen us on Keenan
You dealin with pros, Goddamn
Future of the game turnin cats into “what happen to's”
Like Brains, Tray ain't change
Still spit on, still ride everything that I get on
Still be in the club with Tims on
Raw dog forever
I got somethin for all ya'll
Whatever!
Chorus
T. Lee:
Hey! Well alright, uh-huh
It don't stop ya'll, B-rock y'all
From Brooklyn to Philly
It's Queen Pen and T. Lee
Chorus
Rock the body rock, rock the body rock...
I'm taking you back
I'm taking you back
Here's another one
Uh, yeah, I remember being on that nigga's shit, hard
Back in the days in the projects
Chasing after him, a lil' young chick
Seeing him made me go back in my lab
And write this lil' shit like this, check it out, here's how it goes
Used to see you when I went to the store
Always watch you play ball from my bedroom window
The places you frequent, the chicks you freaked with
The spot in the grass where you kept your stash
I used to wonder to myself if you felt my eyes
If you ever noticed me and knew I was alive
I tried to draw your attention, wore dresses to my thighs
With hopes to get close to you
Used to dream about you right before I went to sleep
Used to wake up in the morning, hugging the sheets
Used to practice what I'd say for the day that we meet
Used to pray every day for the day that we meet
Used to hang with your sis if she only knew
I only hung with that bitch to get closer to you
Wasn't no limit to the things I would do
To give all my love to you, my God
Can't feel myself
Don't want nobody else to ever love me
You are my shining star, my guiding light, my love fantasy
There's not a minute, hour, day or night I don't love you
You're at the top of my list 'cuz I'm always thinking of you
(Take it to the bridge)
All my love
('Cuz all my love's to you, my girl)
A thousand kisses from you and it wasn't enough
(Right, I'm taking you back, I'm taking you back, with another one)
I just don't wanna stop
Too much, never too much, never too much, never too much
(Yeah, uh, huh, yeah, Queen Pen take it to the Brooklyn Bridge)
Stop being by yourself, now you hung with the crew
I took the bangs out my hair over the summer, I grew
Me and my friends, all virgins, all learning
How to tow that shit, how to throw that shit
Talked about sex like I was used to it
Lying about how many you used to kiss
In the hallways, all day, 'till it was real
In the staircase, lights out, giving out feels
Put your name in my notebook, we all did that
Lined our names up with numbers to see if they matched
Scared to death 'bout the first time, I knew it would hurt
In your house, on your mother's couch, she was at work
Dead wrong, but head strong, ya had in this broad
The only one I ever loved ever since I was young
Once in a while I even cut school
To give all my love to you, my God
Can't feel myself
Don't want nobody else to ever love me
You are my shining star, my guiding light, my love fantasy
There's not a minute, hour, day or night I don't love you
You're at the top of my list 'cuz I'm always thinking of you
All my love
('Cuz all my love's to you, my girl)
A thousand kisses from you and it wasn't enough
(Right, Right, I'm taking you back)
(I'm taking you back, here's another one)
I just don't wanna stop
Too much, never too much, never too much, never too much
The breakdown, now bounce to this
Yeah, dedicated to the first love, right
Uh, you know who you are, from the hood
It's all good, yeah, yeah
We gon' bounce ta dis
We make moves with this
'Cuz all my love's to you
![Janet Jackson - Go Deep [Remix Featuring Queen Pen & Nutta Butta]](http://web.archive.org./web/20131126182639im_/http://i.ytimg.com/vi/-1cS4y-9wjE/0.jpg "Janet Jackson - Go Deep [Remix Featuring Queen Pen & Nutta Butta]")
![Blackstreet - Another Level [1996]](http://web.archive.org./web/20131126182639im_/http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/CCROny-fL04/0.jpg "Blackstreet - Another Level [1996]")
