settle my score It gets deeper when things get real I'm down to stickin' out west bank for my mill And I'm from Hampstead, it's close to the shacks of park south
Yeah, nigga, yeah, south suicide Queens That's right, Q U, nigga, yea yea Shit like that, know what Im sayin', put these drinks up Ya heard? Let's do
'em in the sleeper plus i crypt keeper, graveyard shift like killaz and you can see murdas, just like steve miller My backstreet killaz, South Side is
real wicked in the south *** tried to take me out, now my *** in his mouth Blew the back out his skull, where it dropped, where he lay South Memphis
come up Never that I pop the clip in Had a feelin' you was plottin' Been waitin' for you to move Ain't bout takin' no fall Gotta be on my P's and Q's
[Raekwon] Take it off, sho' 'nough kid Take it off We gon' take it from the East to the West to the North to the South Show y'all what it's about Don'
out Now they say, "Fred you need to chill" I been a Bad Boy way before Martin of Will I'm somewhere parked on a hill on the south side of Germany That
hit the streets so my kids could eat Compton, Oakland, Inglewood, long beach All the thugs in the street got love for me Hollis, South Side, B.K., Q.B
sun set I be at Jimmy at BET (Uh) Or in ??? with pro and nasty (Uh-huh) Your phase from Biggie, up and on Q Cats still askin' "how you got on 102?" Come
no need to get fly and shit In ninety-five, I'm on sucka MC wanna die shit To your chest and watch the mic get ripped Mad Skillz, Extra P, and my brother Q
gave the Benz to happ and the vet to Beesh I hope they use them to ride on my enemies, I got two left whats up young Q Hueff I heard my brother just
[South Park Mexican talking] We ain't tripping, y'all one damn one damn time [South Park Mexican] What the dang deal, to the Dallas Texas Last night
when you're spoken to and only with permission Like E.F. Hutton, when I talk, niggas listen So don't ya'll be mad at me, 'cause I'm the Q to the B To
Ron) Yo Cam, let's flip this thing on these niggaz Ya'heard me (Let's do it my nigga) Well do your dizang (There's nothin', man) (Up top, down south,
better than a drug dealer, 'cause when I jump shop I'm on my job nigga, 20/20 couldn't see me [Mystikal] Who you? [G-Quikk] Q to the U to the I to
no dispara Y se juega con su pelo Y bella tiene To'a su Cara De mala se Rifa A ver quien se la gana Mete mano y salte Q por ahi esta El que la jala
hit (Aww shit!!) And your homies get to runnin' another nigga still gunnin' Got a pistol, fool? You know the rules of the hood Q's, that's on you You
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