Road up, sir, word.

To all the killers and the $100 billers, a villain's

Your eyes are real, you guess who ain't got no feelings, feelings,

Feelings, I got this, I got this, just watch my back, I got your friend, yo. Check it down now. Oh, wow.

Oh.

Oh.

So, it's so much to be

to these to the south.

I got you stuck off the realness.

We be the infamous.

You heard of us.

Official Queensbridge murderers.

The mob comes equipped for warfare.

Beware of my crime family who got enough shots to share for all those who want to profile and pose.

Rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nosebone.

You all alone in these streets, cousin. Every man for their self in his land, we be gunning and keep them shook crews running like they're supposed to.

They come around but they never come close to. I can see it inside your face. You're in the wrong place.

Guys like you just get their whole body laced up with bullet holes and such.

Speak the wrong words, man, and you will get touched.

You can put your whole army against my team and I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathing.

Your simple words just don't move me you're

minor we major you're all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player don't make me have

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