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The password is party.
T. Lee:
Ha, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
For the 98 this is how we do
Queen Pen yaâll, T. Lee yaâll
Rock on yaâll, D-Dot yaâll
Come On
Chorus:
Queen Pen:
For all the honeys in the ghetto thatâs holdin their own (rock the body)
T. Lee:
For all my puffed out dogs in the club thugged out (rock the body)
Queen Pen:
And if ya know that itâs a fact that we got your back (rock the body)
T. Lee:
Ainât no doubt Queen and Tray Lee turn it out (rock the body)
Tracey Lee:
Lyrically I spray yaâll itâs Tray yaâll
Slay yaâll niggas it ainât hard to face me
Break yaâll niggas like A.C.
Stay armed in case these cats want to hate on me
Kill or be killed Iâm God sent
My callinâ make shit bounce like Spaulding
Yaâll know cuevo make Tray flow en fuego
Its T. Lee spittinâ and Iâm down with the Queen
Queen Pen:
Radio play just really advances my chances
With big time niggas holdin legal finances
Ghetto star just about the whole of my life
Got eyes in the back of my head like mice
With ya chat bad boy, I lived it
I figure you just wake up in the morning
And blame it on a nigga
Youâs the type of nigga
I leave standinâ at the bar
Have your thirsty ass waitin for my car tomorrow
Itâs them lame chicks that fuck it up for us
Runnin around the club bein a bag of darts
A bonafide child not like years in diss
Holdin down fort real Brooklyn shit
Weed rolled in fry talon dreads swa rich
Ainât nothin changed since â86
We stopped transportinâ start makin hits
Ghetto from the start Queen represent
Chorus
Queen Pen:
Niggas talk shit on the regular
And those be the ones that sweatin yaâll
Wether east or west D servin yaâll
Tray Lee and the Queen Pen murderer
If itâs not real boo, why bother
Tell me why window shop with bags of copper
Jack yo ass up like my baby father
Jack yo ass up like my baby father
Tracey Lee:
When Tray Lee come through itâs party time
But a party ainât a party till you spark a dime
Yaâll can hate but Iâm still gonna make ass shake
Still got the steel by the waist runnin through yaâll
Me and Queen Pen find us at the bar schemin
I still owe dough
So who I gotta get to break even
RNF niggas who live for the weekend
Stil drinkin, hey! stil leavin the club with hoes
They seen us on Keenan
You dealin with pros, Goddamn
Future of the game turnin cats into âwhat happen toâsâ
Like Brains, Tray ainât change
Still spit on, still ride everything that I get on
Still be in the club with Tims on
Raw dog forever
I got somethin for all yaâll
Whatever!
Chorus
T. Lee:
Hey! Well alright, uh-huh
It donât stop yaâll, B-rock yâall
From Brooklyn to Philly
Itâs Queen Pen and T. Lee
Chorus
Rock the body rock, rock the body rock...
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