Hey yo Queen's get the Money long time no cash 
I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast 
the fool retaliated so I had to think fast 
pull out my heat first he pull out his heat last 
Now who the [bad word] you think is livin' to this day? 
I'm tryin' to tell these young niggas crime don't pay 
they looked at me and said Queen's niggas don't play. Do your thing 
I'll do mine kid stay outta my way. 
It's type hard tryna survive in New York state 
can't stop till I'm eatin' off a platinum plate 
po [bad word] around and tries to relocate me 
lock me up for ever but they can't deflate me 'cause 
havin' cash is highly addictive 
especially when you're used to havin' money to live with 
I thought step back look at my life as a whole 
Ain't no love it seems the devil done stole my soul 
I'm out for delfia, selfia, P's not helpin' ya 
I'm tryna get this Lexus up, and plus a cellular 
yo Big Noyd! (What up cuzin'?) I can't cope 
With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope. 

Yo it's the r - a double p 
e - r, n - o - y - d 
Niggas can't [bad word] with me [bad word]  straight outta QB 
pushin' an Infiniti 
you ask can I rip it constantly? Mentally? 
Definitely, to the death of me [bad word] and test me  [bad word] me, [bad word] couldn't touch me if he snuff me 
so bust me, you're gonna have to, 'cause I'ma blast you 
my lyrical like a miracle, ill spiritual 
I'm born wit' it 
I'm gettin' on wit' it 
an' I'ma have it 'til I'm [bad word]  dead and gone wit' it 
'cause I'm a [bad word] of hardcore 
a lyrical [bad word] 
don't make me buck ya, cause I'm a wild [bad word] 
you know my flow, you know my stilo 
even pack my gat when I go to see my PO 
Jump out my hooptie 
pass my gat and my lucci to my shorty 
in case my PO try to troop me to the island 
and if I start wildin' 
flippin' on niggas walkin' around wit' da nice gold medallions 
but she didn't violate me, so I escaped see 
back to Queen's pumpin' the fiends makin' more Cream 
know what I mean? I'm a natural born hustler 
won't try to cut ya, pull out my 4 4 and bust ya. 

Yo babe no time for fakin' jacks 
Cuz niggas who fake jacks get laid on their backs 
the streets is real can't roll without steel 
I feel how I feel 'cause I was born to kill 
do what I gotta, to eat a decent meal 
brothers is starvin', don't try to find a job son 
it's all about robbin' 
so don't be alarmed 
when [bad word] through, 'cause we supposed to 
if you opposed to 
get your face blown dude, off the map 
cause I react, attack 
a brother wasn't blessed with wealth so I act like that  [bad word] dealin' 
I'm frontin on the world once I start 4-wheelin' 
Cause back on the 41st side we do a ride 
Sippin & J, gettin' bent all night 
Yo, who dat? I never seen him in my whole life 
Step to his business 'cause it's only right 
po po ain't around so I grab my pound 
Money retaliated so I hit the ground 
my life is on the line gotta hold my projects down 
can't see myself gettin' bodied by a clown [bad word] [bad word] 
That ain't even from my town 
hit him up in the chest and now he's layin' me down dead 
and up from under the benches I started hearin' sirens 
I stop firin' 
He cut [bad word] like a diamond 
Jetted to the cribpiece, what a relief 
stashed the heat then proceeded to peep out the window 
call my son, yo son we got beef 
but no question 
Money had a problem so I solved him. 

I got my mind on the stick-up now it's time to get paid 
thinkin' of ways to take loot already made 
there's crime in the air, ain't no time to be afraid 
gimme