Letra de Queens Get The Money (Album Version Explicit)
Queens get the money, niggas steal screamin' paperchasin' Presidential candidates is plannin' wars with other nations over steak with masons Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangstas they daddy's facelessPlay this by your stoamch let my words massage it and rub it I'll be his daddy if there is nobody there to love it Tell him his name Nasir, tell him how he got here Mama was just havin' fun with someone above her yearsNiggas is still hatin', Talkin' that Nas done fell off of rhymin' He rather floss with diamonds They pray "please God let him spit that uzi in the army linin' That shorty doo-wop, rollin' ooo-wops in the part reclinin'"Take 27 emcees, put 'em in a line and they out of alignment My assignments retirement hidin' behind 8 mile and the chronic Get rich but dies rhymin', this is high science Now add 23 more for Queens to B-moreI'm over they heads, like a bulimic on a see-saw Now that's 50 porch monkeys ate up at the same time Nasty Nasdaq, y'all gonna bow homes, this Dow Jones 80-cal chrome, needed time alone to zoneThe mac left his iPhone and his nine at home A queen used her milkshake to bring y'all to my slaughterhouses I do this for the group home kids in boarding houses This that nigga shit that's on the albumFor them niggas inside the chalk line and forty houses Bring back Arsenio Hip-hop was a border so Nas breathes life back into the embryo Let us make men in our image, spit it I'm Huey P. and Louis V. at the eulogy throwin' Molotovs for EmmittYou 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 pi isI'm the shaky hand that touched George Foreman in Zaire The same hand that punched down devils that brought down the towers