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(feat. JnJ Project, Queens Most Wanted) [J-Drama] Let me tell you somethin, about to wild on this track Who wanna react, nigga aint no holdin me back Sparkin the dutches every day, Colabo with Queens Most Up in the party, drinkin Bacardi, yo how we go Rockin non stop to the top And I won't drop, till my vocal cords feel like they gon pop Who wanna get it on, niggas try to peep my scheme Know my team, standin right in front of the screen I blaze it up, like flames, aint no time for the games Out the same Queens crew, but two different names JnJ and QMW, here to bring the trouble too I wild on any track like that son I be runnin you Leavin you on the floor bleedin, eatin mess is what you needin Cardiac arrest with poor breathin I be leavin you in the dust, you can't front on us We lust for the cream, and ya gun don't bust Nigga what [Bandit] My team reform like a mason meeting I put the heat to your face, official Queens greeting Niggas like you get slapped kid, just for speakin While my niggas wild out, off the shit I'm drinkin SongtexteThat aint ya proof, I let loose on your whole group While ya recruit, my fans splittin up ya fuckin loot That's how we do, jump out like you owe somethin You Q roll somethin, stompin like you stoled somethin You think I'm frontin?, yo my Queens livin, money gettin Whether its rap or coke flippin Ya niggas need to avoid collision Cuz your chance is tryin to advance to all my fam When it's gun to grams, wrong plan you and your man Quick to get rejected, I rock a 50 inch necklace My team break records, we make ya life hectic The Queens Most Wanted, yo my man made you run it But shit you did, we done it, y'all niggas don't want it [Chorus x2: Leek] Ain't no tellin what I thought of them Me and my hooligans a ruin em Send hot ones at his crew and him Fluin him, M.L. style, spinned around blaze the pound Now lay ya ass down [Rob U] We be the wild type shifty livin cats from Queens 98 hold it down, basically for my team Mega drama in the hood, y'all got to stay on point Cuz nothin to lose, wanna be thug cats Push ya shit back, but fuck that We play the game too, only if it's necessary We never start shit, we finish shit And holdin it down, when it's time to go hard In this rap shit too, if you wanna get technical It's quite a few to hold it down like we do And lay ya verse on a track that be confortable It ain't a team out here fuckin with my crew South Jamaica Queens, Queens Most comin through Rob U, Wow Woo O, and my nigga Leek, and Bandit kid Forever in my memory [Jugga] Now let me get on the mic, and get the penis What's the count em in this? Third and one, man in motion, I'm about the blitz ya scrimmage I see everything in my perimeter, I deliver the blows Sendin you to the ground, you can't get up, lay down, stay down Sendin game to O Team, wild walk, QB and O Beem Came on the field with O E, and nobody can hold me The acrobatic track assassinator me and Drama Stand back to back like 25 on a calculator Now make a move, I shake em like an earthquake I'm a take em and tie em into a human pretzle What's left to do then break em I disappear like a genie, reappear on ya tv with and LP and CD Strictly GB now we be, gutter butter family strong Smurfin my bong, blaze trauma to bomb on our flight to our show in Hong Kong Now hold on tight, it's the rap reckin ball Knockin ya out of position we don't saw JnJ, Queens Most, colaboratin evacuate A whole platoon of niggas, we should of did it sooner niggas [Chorus x2] Aus Songtexte Mania