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You Got Me My Queen I

Upper East Side              
New York, New York
               
                
Ring ring                
What the fuck, my cell phone blaring like its bling                
Speak to me and make it fucking quick                
My Queen, I got a problem and it’s not with a stank ass chick                
I am out the game, I passed the shipment on to you Gee, you blaze your own fame                
My crew went down some, fuck spoke out of turn                
What! Did you make him feel your bullets and watch his flesh burn                
Six feet under, no longer his mama’s concern                
               
Then I had to murk his right hand                
That’s justice if their asses done talk to the man                
I need you my Queen to cover me                
Hum… to what degree Gee                
I need to rip off his connect’s dope, you know, getting those bricks and his money for free                
Gee, I now write legal drugs                
You may listen to brains, you still one of us, a runner, and on the streets a bad ass dope Queen, who I will always watch your back as a thug                
The Cartel do not like to hear no money and no dope                
And the way shit is spinning, my ass don’t have a hope                
               
I need you on my team, just this last time. I need to reup, those Cubans sleep on their shit                
I got the trap house in sight where we get in a clean hit                
What’s the strategy and who else knows about this, if you get my drift                  
Just you and me, hum… let me get some of my crew on the phone                
Make it quick my Queen we do not have too long                
I’ve always had your back, hold up, who you got on our po-po payroll                
We need time to get in and out, while the boys in blue patrol                
I got that worked out, no doubt                
               
We gonna need some high power                
Those Cubans come at you and bullets do shower                
What is so important about this shipment                
Word has it, they have some black magic to the nose, a smooth high, stealing it from them is my only intent                
Well, when this is said and done my crew will be the only ones who will be seeing the sun                
You ready for this shit if it doesn’t go down as planned point and shoot no witness                
Assassinate everyone with the quickness                
I got your back Gee, and we follow through to the tee                
We do this tonight and split down the middle fifty fifty                
Done, let’s do this        
         
Shit!
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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