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Warn U
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Warn U was released on January 1, 2001 by Motown as a part of the album Conversations With Queen
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Release DateJanuary 1, 2001
LabelMotown
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Queen Pen
Queen Pen
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darryl Pittman
Darryl Pittman
Songwriter
Lynise Walters
Lynise Walters
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
D/R Period
D/R Period
Producer
DJ Nu Nu
DJ Nu Nu
Recording Engineer
Black
Black
Recording Engineer
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Okay (I really want some Alizé)
I see what's goin' on here (Then I'm really gon' buck on y'all bitches)
Y'all thought it wasn't gon' be no tomorrow (Oh no, y'all don't want me drinkin' no Alizé)
Ha-oww, shit
Bitches came to warn you (Hm, ha, hm, ha)
Bitches came to warn you (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Bitches came to warn you (Yeah)
The queen ain't done, the queen ain't done (What?)
Bitches came to warn you (Yeah, uh-huh)
Bitches came to warn you (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Bitches came to warn you (Yeah)
The queen ain't done, the queen ain't done (Check it, what?)
Now when we walk up into the spots, we representin' heat
Rockin' animals and skins from our backs to our feets
From the project benches to the T with the Lee
While y'all jealous ass whores talkin' about Big QP
Ain't been up on the scene, shit, y'all stay strugglin'
I take two year breaks and never stop thuggin' 'em
Top-of-the-line clique, we cop properties and shit
When the last time y'all seen bitches real like this?
Stand in front of a judge and claim a ****'s bid, shit
I hear you talkin', but you ain't sayin' shit (Uh-huh)
The stories that you spit ain't worth the paper and pen
And this life that we live made us book non-legends
Check my credentials, I mean my word is bond
I owned this here streets, you might as well called me spoiled
The way I pimp them ****, might as well call me Queen Don
The bitch they love to hate with that lazer sharp tongue and—
Bitches came to warn you
Bitches came to warn you (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Bitches came to warn you (Yeah)
The queen ain't done, the queen ain't done (What?)
Bitches came to warn you (Yeah, uh-huh)
Bitches came to warn you (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Bitches came to warn you (Yeah)
The queen ain't done, the queen ain't done (What?)
It's time for Queen to claim her spot, clear my name
I be that party bitch, but I still spill your brain
**** gettin' mad Kedar resurfaced me again
The best kept secret like a bitch with good brain
With me back on the scene, y'all never win again
We GPC, heavily connected to the streets
Got bitches rockin' tees sayin', "Camp QP"
That's ah, real it is, run and tell a friend
Spread the word I'm back like a deadly virus
Off my hiatus, shit, I'm never goin' back
That bitch ass **** almost had a bitch trapped
That bitch ass **** almost got kidnapped
But it's a new deal, new day, new whips
New cribs, new kids, new hits
New ways, new CEO, shit change
What y'all gon' do when the second quarter come again?
What y'all gon' do when the second quarter come again?
Bitches came to warn you
Bitches came to warn you (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Bitches came to warn you (Yeah)
The queen ain't done, the queen ain't done (What?)
Bitches came to warn you (Yeah, uh-huh)
Bitches came to warn you (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Bitches came to warn you (Yeah)
The queen ain't done, the queen ain't done (What?)
My first trip wasn't platinum, but I copped me a crib
I stuck keys in a home, bitch, instead of a Benz, tell me
Tell me, who's stupid and who got whipped?
If TR ever flipped, I got Jaga and Six
Plus them pub' checks from that "No Diggity" shit
Bitches screamin', "BK," but they ain't seen shit
Fuck the glamour life, we roll with hoopties and tints
DVDs and ribs, stashboxes full of whiz
We play to win, while y'all play for the fuck of it
We fucks for the nut of it, y'all fuck and start lovin' 'em
We's cuttin' up in every way but loose
Fuck that friendship shit, I'm not ready for no truce
I gave you enough rope, you put your head in that noose
QP roll with goons, fuck the rap crews
From the street to the stage, from the block to the highways
From standin' at the stove turnin' whites and pure beige
Bitches came to warn you
Bitches came to warn you (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Bitches came to warn you (Yeah)
The queen ain't done, the queen ain't done (What?)
Bitches came to warn you (Yeah, uh-huh)
Bitches came to warn you (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Bitches came to warn you (Yeah)
The queen ain't done, the queen ain't done (What?)
Written by: Darryl Pittman, Lynise Walters
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