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A Queens Story

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 12.10.2012

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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