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Yo, yo yo
Big Lee, do me a favor
Call Sticky and Jagga
Tell 'em to get up with Monty and Zunika
Ya heard?
It's face off, body snatching
BS for life
Get at me
And when we roll up into the spots, we rollin' fifty deep
And the party ain't a party 'til our cleats meet the streets
When BS is in the spot, you know shit ain't sweet
We got that last pow, we make them bodies drop
See the roof off the club like it was a drop top
Fucked out across the board like Biggie and Pac
And it's a cold, cold world, that's why we stay hot
It's a cold, cold world, that's why we stay hot
Now we came up into the club to get it crunked up
Have a couple of drinks and get fucked up
But shorty 'cross the bar keep cramping my style
Provoking me to flip 'cause her man is mad foul
Some down low cat from Uptown town
Keep picking up my tab every round round
Said he likes big QP style style
And he could tell I was BK bound bound
Popping bottles of Cris, him and his clique
Not too gaudy-ish on that jewelry shit
Distinctive jewels hung from his neck and his wrist
And he kept the shorty dipped, I like that shit
He got six in his crew, five in my clique
That means one of his mens, they gon' have to jump the ship
One of those cats gon' have to hit the bricks
Or else they could catch QP on a re-up
And when we roll up into the spots, we rollin' fifty deep
And the party ain't a party 'til our cleats meet the streets
When BS is in the spot, you know shit ain't sweet
We got that last pow, we make them bodies drop
See the roof off the club like it was a drop top
Fucked out across the board like Biggie and Pac
And it's a cold, cold world, that's why we stay hot
It's a cold, cold world
And when we roll up into the spots, we rollin' fifty deep
And the party ain't a party 'til our cleats meet the streets
When BS is in the spot, you know shit ain't sweet
We got that last pow, we make them bodies drop
See the roof off the club like it was a drop top
Fucked out across the board like Biggie and Pac
And it's a cold, cold world, that's why we stay hot
It's a cold, cold world, that's why we stay hot
Like I told y'all before, I keeps it raw
QP be the gulliest whether the block or tour
I rocks your wall, can't respect your gangsta if you don't ride it all
Gotta respect my moms for holding down my doors
Holding down the fort, the only broad running with goons on tour
Guess I'm realer than y'all, harder than y'all
That's why they call me queen and not the motherfucking weather
Making records or standing on the block
Real recognize real, a hundred percent heart
Take my A to the Z only if it's red, dark
The actions of this queen is as loud as her bark
When niggas playing out of pocket and full of big talk
When niggas hit the fans, they can't walk the walk
When niggas hit the fans, they can't walk the walk
Get at me
And when we roll up into the spots, we rollin' fifty deep
And the party ain't a party 'til our cleats meet the streets
When BS is in the spot, you know shit ain't sweet
We got that last pow, we make them bodies drop
See the roof off the club like it was a drop top
Fucked out across the board like Biggie and Pac
And it's a cold, cold world, that's why we stay hot
It's a cold, cold world
And when we roll up into the spots, we rollin' fifty deep
And the party ain't a party 'til our cleats meet the streets
When BS is in the spot, you know shit ain't sweet
We got that last pow, we make them bodies drop
See the roof off the club like it was a drop top
Fucked out across the board like Biggie and Pac
And it's a cold, cold world, that's why we stay hot
It's a cold, cold world, that's why we stay hot
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