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Queen Pen & Tracey Lee Miscellaneous 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 : (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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