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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Queen Pen
Queen Pen
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Prodigy
Prodigy
Composer
Albert Johnson
Albert Johnson
Composer
Lynise Walters
Lynise Walters
Composer
Cameron Giles
Cameron Giles
Composer
Ernesto Shaw
Ernesto Shaw
Composer
Darryl Pittman
Darryl Pittman
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
D.R. Period
D.R. Period
Producer
DJ Nu Nu
DJ Nu Nu
Recording Engineer
Mike. T
Mike. T
Recording Engineer
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Big Dave, come in Yo, go 'head What's your twenty? I'm in front of the a room right now Ten four I got cha (She comin') She's on her way to the back I got cha (She comin') Don't let nobody fuck with her (She comin') I got cha (She comin') She got a lot to say, aight? I got cha, I got cha (She comin') Step back bitch, better take notes Teddy got too much dough for me to ever go broke (Word) I'm callin' your bluff, what you ever tote? I'm raw and uncut like Columbian Coke Now how many of y'all wanna fuck with me? Trick question, who wants to fuck with Queen? While y'all role play, I'm always mean And before sound scan, I'm ate by the streets You, you real funny to me Like a drag queen with heels and a head full of weave Talkin' about Ki's, that you never seen (Seen) Rappin' about gats, that you never packed (Packed) I'm da, original don dadda And I say this to your face it'll take a whole lotta For you, to catch up to my speed Fuck your icey rings, fuck this industry Take away the shine, you still a chicken wing Bum bitch, yeah, I said it (Yeah) Bum bitch, and I never will regret it (70, 000 in the first week? That shit is ridiculous) Don't bring them bitches around me (I got cha) Don't bring sand to the beach (I got cha) Pump QP in the jeeps (I got cha) We beez the baddest in the streets (I got cha) It's my time, to shine (I got cha) Those styles, y'all kicked, was mine (I got cha) Don't let me catch y'all tricks this time (I got cha) Take away your right to spit a rhyme (I got cha) I got a, chip on my shoulder and shit on my chest I took a little break and bitches got overconfident On the really girl, you don't want no conflict Save your slick talk for Saturday night's at plex QP is back, what did y'all expect? That I stay pregnant forever, and live off of my publishing cheques? All this bad chat got me kind of vexed Y'all been talkin' about me ever since I fucked that nigga from next It's all over, I'm shuttin' y'all down By the end of the first quarter, y'all gone be sayin', "Damn she foul" Dead, QP ain't playin' around She goin' hardcore on y'all bitches dis round Don't bring them bitches around me (I got cha) Don't bring sand to the beach (I got cha) Pump QP in the jeeps (I got cha) We beez the baddest in the streets (I got cha) It's my time, to shine (I got cha) Those styles, y'all kicked, was mine (I got cha) Don't let me catch y'all tricks this time (I got cha) Take away your right to spit a rhyme (I got cha) Big Dave, come in Yo, go 'head What's your twenty? I'm in front of the a room right now Ten four (I got cha) (She comin') She's on her way to the back I got cha (She comin') Don't let nobody fuck with her (She comin') I got cha (She comin') She got a lot to say, aight? I got cha, I got cha (She comin')
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