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Queen Classic Queen

: Long ago in days untold were ruled by lords of greed maidens fared with gold they dared to bare their wombs that bleed kings and queens and guillotines

you take the blame You ass, went from Jaz to hangin' with Caine, to Herb, to Big And, Eminem murdered you on your own shit You a dick-ridin' faggot, you love the attention Queens

[Pusha T - Chorus] Doing my thing, pocket full of green hand on my d-ck in my thousand dollar jeans your girl a Queen, my girl a thing you know what though

in Maddox, then let ya dame have it, flames to the attic The stains on ya fabric, the paint in the graphic Canibus and G Rap, bangin a classic And if

fall out with Eminem (Chicka) No! Did I really get dropped from "Tommy Boy" (Chicka) No! Nigga please, I use more tools than "Black and Decker" Wrote songs for niggas for classic

' mad kids, respect all my gangsta's doin' bad shit An' that's it, Mad Child does nitroglycerin and acid Warlock, focused on witch craft You're listening to classic

pan With rhymes, and ya'll can't believe it's not butter I told ya'll to chill, stretch all out like franks on the grill With a classic deal, I'm like

read the scriptures And sighs his name The skies full of flames Streets are gothic Twelve niggaz lay dead in front of their projects Reminding d's of a classic

out hits, we put out classics We turn bitches out, take turns in that bitch mouth Carve niggaz up, show niggaz what it's all about It's us, the best of Queens