True To The Game

My Queen, my Queen you have to allow me, and your crew to protect you    
You have a price on your head sanctioned by one of the fiercest mafia bosses, who eats his dead enemies’ flesh for food  
He has power and prestige in affluent circles, reeking of old money and wealth    
Another rich man who will get flushed out and then straight dealt    
My hollow points to his chest will be felt    
You need to lay low just for a couple of days, and let us come up with an angle to beat this fuck at his own game    
    
Gee, when have you known me to hide out from my enemies, when I strike first    
Yeah, but this dick does not play fair, if it's his worth    
I am on my way to get some information I will need    
Tonight, I will not be the one left to bleed    
My Queen, we need to be smart about this    
I am ready for an all out war and let it on the mean streets drift    
   
The Mexican Drug Lords wants something I got    
Found in their safety deposit boxes    
And Gee, what that information and money could do if in the wrong hands    
We own the city of New York and anything we demand    
And I fear no one, when I have the power in my hands    
   
Have everyone to meet me back at my estate    
I do not allow no man or bitch to dictate my fate    
Make sure we utilize the stockpile of weapons, high power    
We serve those fucks their dish in the midnight hour    
My Queen, when you go out to roam, jump keep the Hummer home    
I got myself, Gee, I’m on the road with the breeze in my hair    
We move out tonight and we take the war there    
   
I got you, my Queen