Terrence "The Operator" McKenzie - Queens Get The Money lyrics

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Terrence "The Operator" McKenzie - Queens Get The Money lyrics

[Produced by Terrence "The Operator" McKenzie] Intro: I walk around town with pound strapped down That's only because it's mad, mad real Verse 1: It goes one for the money, two for the cla**ics Spitting lyrical backflips all over the axis Microphone gymnastics It gets deep I'm in the backstreets, in a black Jeep, bumping Black Sheep Proceed with caution Use correct syntax, avoid any mishaps (Razor blades to your chinstrap, n***a!) And that's word to this historical pa**age Any subtle infraction leaves your body in fractions Now let's get it all in perspective Putting on for my city is the objective Die by lethal injection if you object it Catapulting your mind to new directions You know your boy wicked like he's f**ing with bath salts Ear to the streets like I'm one with the asphalt Ain't a damn thing change, these raps they stay gully Cash rules everything, Queens Get The Money Chorus: Queens Get The Money (QUEENS GET THE MONEY) Queens Get The Money (QUEENS GET THE MONEY) Who you know do it better on this quest for the cheddar? Laugh now, but ain't sh** funny Look dummy, you know that... Queens Get The Money (QUEENS GET THE MONEY) Queens Get The Money (QUEENS GET THE MONEY) No matter the weather Or where you at This is how we gon' do it because we keep sh** phat We gotta... Yo-yo, do it Yo yo-yo, do it Yo yo-yo, do it Yo-yo, do it Yo yo-yo, do it Yo yo-yo, do it Yo yo-yo, do it Yo, yo do it [Lefferts Blvd Bound, A Express] This is...80th Street Interlude: You know why I'm at the bottom? Cause...I'm homeless; I'm down, but I'm not out (unintelligible ramblings) Take my advice: stop smoking cigarettes I buried 4 friends of mine this year...in Harlem Stop smoking cigarettes, you will catch cancer and die If you want to live long, smoke weed, smoke bud Sour Diesel, or Kush Kush-make sure it is LOUD Make sure it's LOUD, YA HEARD?! People die from crack, c**aine, alcohol, dope and cigarettes There is nobody on earth you could prove to me that died from weed