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Queen Pen & Tracey Lee
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Rock The Body
(Tracey Lee):
Ha, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
For the �98 this is how we do
Queen Pen y�all, Tray Lee y�all
Rock on y�all, D-dot y�all
Come on

(Queen Pen):
For all the honeys in the ghetto
That�s holdin� there own
Rock the body
(Tracey Lee):
For all my puffed out
Dogs in the club thugged out
Rock the body
(Queen Pen):
And if you know that it�s a fact
That we got your back
Rock the body
(Tracey Lee):
Ain�t no doubt
Queen and Tray Lee turn it out
Rock the body

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(Tracey Lee):
Lyrically I spray y�all, it�s Tray y�all
Slay y�all niggaz it ain�t hard to face me
Break y�all niggaz like A.C.
Stay armed in case these cats want to hate on me
Kill or be killed, I�m God-sent
My calling making shit bounce like Spaulding
Y�all know cuevo mke Tray flow en fuego
Its T. Lee spitting and I�m down with the Queen

(Queen Pen):
Radio play just really advances my chances
With big time niggaz 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 bat boy, I lived it
I figure you just wake up in the morning
And blamed it on a nigga, you�s the type of nigga
I leave standing at the bar
Have your thirsty ass waiting for my car tomorrow
It�s them lame chicks that fuck it up for us
Runnin� around the club being a bag of darts
A bonafide child I got years in this
Holding down fort, real Brooklyn shit
Weed rolled in fry talon dreads was rich
Ain�t nothing changed since �86
We stopped transportin�, start making hits
Ghetto from the start, Queen represent

(Queen Pen):
For all the honeys in the ghetto
That�s holdin� there own
Rock the body, rock the body, rock
(Tracey Lee):
For all my puffed out
Dogs in the club thugged out
Rock the body, rock the body, rock
(Queen Pen):
And if you know that it�s a fact
That we got your back
Rock the body, rock the body, rock
(Tracey Lee):
Ain�t no doubt
Queen and Tray Lee turn it out
Rock the body, rock the body, rock

(Queen Pen):
Niggaz talk shit on the regular
And those be the one�s that�s sweatin� y�all
Whether east or west D servin� ya
Tray Lee and the Queen Pen murderer
If it�s not real boo then why bother
Tell me why windows shot wit bags of copper
Jack yo ass up like my baby father
I said jack your 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
Y�all can hate but I�m a still make ass shake
Still got the steel by the waist runnin� through y�all
Me and Queen Pen find us at the bar schemin�
I still owe dough, so who I gotta get to break even
RNF niggaz who live for the weekend
Still drinkin�, hey still leaving the club with hoes
They seen us on Keenan
You dealin� with pros, goddamn
Future of the game turning 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 Timbs on
Raw dog forever, I got something for all y�all
Whatever

(Repeat Chorus 2 til end)

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