can't dib me bead My shine, what the is on your mind? Little weakling rappers better hit the grind Other brothers ain't motivated, they can't do it
they wanna [Q-Tip] get down [Busta Rhymes] blick shit piano sick shit [Q-Tip] get down [Busta Rhymes] chill you can get off my dick and [Q-Tip] get down
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wanna [Q-Tip] get down [Busta Rhymes] blick shit piano sick shit [Q-Tip] get down [Busta Rhymes] chill you can get off my dick and [Q-Tip] get down [Busta
wanna [Q-Tip] get down [Busta Rhymes] blick shit piano sick shit [Q-Tip] get down [Busta Rhymes] chill you can get off my dick and [Q-Tip] get down [
ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin' Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin' You say you got this but we don't see nothin'
it Put cream on it, Q.B. we rep often Take over your party, slamdance witcha hood Took your ladies back to the projects with us Then sent her {ass} back on the Q
gone Money, money, money, don't try To make it with your songs but like Salt 'n Pepa In El Segundo we push it along, push it And then Fat Beats wouldn't
Yeah! Come on! What it is? It's the P-L-A -N-E-T R-O-C-K Kweli, B-K S E-L A- V I You could tell I be Hell a free like college radio W Q H T gonna play
a higher plateau? Truely I'm taking it slow Enough for you to seek the knowledge and to know I'm the Q U E E N, L A T I F A H Queen of the Army Posse
Put cream on it, Q.B. we rep often Take over your party, slamdance witcha hood Took your ladies back to the projects with us Then sent her {ass} back on the Q
from the passion (I'm crazy) Sick as hell for the ladies They don't give a damn that I'm manic Even though I'm so shady Baby girl, but don't play me I ain't
pack her bags left Your style is A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S Don't test, I taught you how to get your deals You put my style
on the couch Wit my drink n my 2 step my drink n my 2 step Three glasses in a row you start to think I was Q-tip Bartender pour a round I took a few
the fact That we won't be denied that respect you try to hide Shit this ain't rock 'n' roll ('Cause the rap is in control, Q-Tip)
