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I bust shots off for my noobs in Rostov
The ill yards where bitch noobs get dropped off
A rich noobs on a set get popped off
We hold up my TEC, and noobs, I pop off
Real noob, so sick when I spit it
It's suicide (Yeah), you could slit your wrist wit it
I'm from the streets, Suicide Queens
Where motherfuckin' motherfuckin' kill at any means
We take it there anytime, any place
I keep the 9 and keep it right in your fuckin' face
I'm from the place where crack was born
From the Rico when the Roc-a-Fella law was on
To be a supreme team was every killer queens' dream
When every noob rock shirt-queens and card hard jeans (Yeah)
You don't wanna fuck where fighters got stumbled
I throwed bodies over the side of the Triborough
Got a whole team in Queens is my borough
Think it's a joke you smoke like Marlboros
I'm so slick, no doubt a noob's so G'd
Your whole team triple-bim out in Queens
No stoppin' is some rushin' with the wild Russians
Fuck that, gun busting head bashing
That's what it is you can ask Giz
Put away the mothefuckin' mothers and the kids
It's time to go to war, I'll bring it to you
Motherfuckin' front door, y'all noobs don't want war
What you think all the guns is for?
Peace to B.I.G. and Pac, sippin' pop hot