A Queens Story
Wave to the side of his dome, definition of good ? yo
Gangstas don't die, niggas only become immortal
Angels no longer fly, they walk right before you
In front of you, it's foul what this honey could do
Cats corrupt, so loyal
I hung with E-Money too, the fuckin' truth
There was Stress from my squad
I could've died the same night that Stress died
I just got out of his ride
He dropped me off then drove to Springfield
November 30th another Queens king killed
It fucked me up y'all
I was just tryin' to make it with Steve Stoute
The legal way, drug-free route
Back in the days they was sleepin' on us
Brooklyn keep on takin' it, Manhattan keep on makin' it
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ONE ROW AT A TIME (Red Lane - Dottie West) « © '71 Tree Publishing, BMI » The southeast Georgia red clay dust is groundin' to my blue jeans A heavy hundred pound cotton
Dakota (The Dancing Bear)
Midnight touch the black hills westward on the run Crimson clouds to the eastward painted by the setting sun Oh Jesse drove the pickup I slipped to the radio With some good time
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At the door, blowing a kiss She's careful not to wake her sister Knowing that she will be missed It feels a little bad, girl On the corner, engine runnin' Taxi driver sees her comin' Chilly
