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Word, man Time to get the fuck up out of here tonight, man Word, P Call up the peoples, man Call everybody up, man Let's get the fuck up out of here, let's serve some crack 7 p.m. and I just woke up 8 p.m., in my bulletproof truck 9 p.m., scooped The Alchemist And thirty more niggas, meet me in Queensbridge (Doo-doo) 10 p.m., we drove to AC Midnight on the dot, we parked the V's Then we went up in the Taj Mahal Hit the crap table, blackjack table and all I hit the hundred dollar slot machine for thirty thousand My wife hit the roulette wheel for five thousand (Get the money, frontin' niggas get deceased) Then we hit the club, blackberry Amore and bottles of bubb' Now live on stage for you to see The head nigga in charge, the one and only Check me, havin' fun with it 'til I'm done with it And me and Mrs. P hit the hotel suite From the city that never sleep, we take power naps From the borough that sold the most albums in rap (In Queens) We last the longest, run laps around your strongest Letras de cancionesTop shotta ran out of steam, but tried his hardest, look 7 p.m. and I just woke up 8 p.m., in my bulletproof truck 9 p.m., scooped The Alchemist And thirty more niggas, meet me in Queensbridge (Doo-doo) 10 p.m., we drove to AC Midnight on the dot, we parked the V's Then we went up in the Taj Mahal Hit the crap table, blackjack table and all And pray to God I don't gotta give my shooters a call I remember vividly when them Rugers went off We was in the distant land, throwin' mad bands Comfortable around the killers, now the blood is on our hands Outran poverty, but shit like this Opposite of progress and put your life at risk Wanna roll the dice? It's the flick of the wrist Metaphorically your finger and you gotta be quick With the trigger, niggas mad, the bitches on my dick And I don't gotta get fly, I was born like this Around 2 p.m., all you heard was sirens Got the fuck up out of there because the temperature's risin' Queensbridge niggas be wildin' And not too many others you could bring around 'em I bring 'em anywhere 'cause you know it's a wrap Thought we was laid back, give me mines for that (What?) 7 p.m. and I just woke up 8 p.m., in my bulletproof truck 9 p.m., scooped The Alchemist And thirty more niggas, meet me in Queensbridge (Doo-doo) 10 p.m., we drove to AC Midnight on the dot, we parked the V's Then we went up in the Taj Mahal Hit the crap table, blackjack table and all (Doo-doo) From Letras Mania