queens get the money歌词
  • 歌手:Nas
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    Nas - Queens Get The Money
    lyric by GT @ MaxRNB
    Ayo,
    Queens get the money niggas still screaming, paper chasing
    But presidential candidates is planning wars with other nations over steak with masons
    Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless
    Play this, by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
    I'll be his daddy if there's nobody there to love it
    Tell him his name Nasir, tell him how he got here
    Momma was just having fun with someone above her years
    Niggas is still hatin
    Talking that “nas done fell off with rhyming, he rather floss with diamonds”
    They pray “please God, let him spit that ozzie and the army linin”
    “that shorty doowop rollin oo-whops in the park reclinin”
    Take 27 emcees, put them in a line and they out of alignment
    My assignments since he said retirement
    Hiding behind 8 mile and The Chronic
    Get's rich but dies rhymin, this is high science
    Now add 23 more for queens to be more, I'm over they heads
    Like a bulimic on a sea-saw
    Now that's 50 porch monkeys ate up at the same time
    Nasty nas that
    Yall gonna bow holmes, this is dow jones
    80 cal. chrome, needed time alone to zone
    The mack left his iPhone and his nine at home
    My queen used her milkshake to bring ya'll to my slaughterhouses
    I do this for the group home kids and boarding houses
    This that nigga shit that's on the album
    For them niggas inside the calk linin, 40 houses
    Bring back Arsenio,
    Hip hop was aborted, so Nas breaths life back into the embryo
    Let us make man in our image, spit it,
    I'm Huey P. and Louie V. at the eulogy throwing malatas for Emmitt
    You ain't as hot as I is
    All of these false prophets is not messiahs
    You don't know how high the sky is
    The square mileage of earth or what pie is
    I’m the shaky hand that touched George Foreman in Zaire
    The same hand that punched down devils that brought down the towers
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  • [ti:Queens Get The Money]
    [ar:Nas]
    [al:Untitled]
    [by:GT]
    [00:02.45]Nas - Queens Get The Money
    [00:04.11]
    [00:06.13]lyric by GT @ MaxRNB
    [00:09.54]
    [00:22.40]Ayo,
    [00:23.09]Queens get the money niggas still screaming, paper chasing
    [00:26.12]But presidential candidates is planning wars with other nations over steak with masons
    [00:30.15]Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless
    [00:33.67]Play this, by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
    [00:37.00]I'll be his daddy if there's nobody there to love it
    [00:39.61]Tell him his name Nasir, tell him how he got here
    [00:42.30]Momma was just having fun with someone above her years
    [00:45.09]Niggas is still hatin
    [00:46.44]Talking that “nas done fell off with rhyming, he rather floss with diamonds”
    [00:50.23]They pray “please God, let him spit that ozzie and the army linin”
    [00:53.65]“that shorty doowop rollin oo-whops in the park reclinin”
    [00:56.61]Take 27 emcees, put them in a line and they out of alignment
    [01:00.80]My assignments since he said retirement
    [01:02.56]Hiding behind 8 mile and The Chronic
    [01:04.56]Get's rich but dies rhymin, this is high science
    [01:07.22]Now add 23 more for queens to be more, I'm over they heads
    [01:10.83]Like a bulimic on a sea-saw
    [01:12.91]Now that's 50 porch monkeys ate up at the same time
    [01:16.01]Nasty nas that
    [01:16.94]Yall gonna bow holmes, this is dow jones
    [01:18.92]80 cal. chrome, needed time alone to zone
    [01:21.42]The mack left his iPhone and his nine at home
    [01:24.15]My queen used her milkshake to bring ya'll to my slaughterhouses
    [01:27.53]I do this for the group home kids and boarding houses
    [01:30.39]This that nigga shit that's on the album
    [01:32.34]For them niggas inside the calk linin, 40 houses
    [01:35.10]Bring back Arsenio,
    [01:36.91]Hip hop was aborted, so Nas breaths life back into the embryo
    [01:40.47]Let us make man in our image, spit it,
    [01:42.83]I'm Huey P. and Louie V. at the eulogy throwing malatas for Emmitt
    [01:47.63]You ain't as hot as I is
    [01:49.44]All of these false prophets is not messiahs
    [01:52.91]You don't know how high the sky is
    [01:55.08]The square mileage of earth or what pie is
    [01:57.26]I’m the shaky hand that touched George Foreman in Zaire
    [02:00.26]The same hand that punched down devils that brought down the towers
    [02:05.95]
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