Tekster:
The Start Dead End Queen

dead end queen, she's the dead end queen she's a dead end queen she's not the kind that you want to be seen with she's a dead end queen, she's a dead

my charisma, vodka with a spritzer Swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia Young Money militia and I am the commissioner You don't want to start with

plannin' to blow, soon as he hit the bri-dicks Had a girl in Woodside Queens, thought he was low Played the crib for a month and deaded his P.O. Started

never ever left in the first Wale Ovechkin, the best on the earth, breath breath full of purp A legend out here, and I'm ending careers by the end of

my jeans I?m going nowhere fast, that?s what you said Didn?t want to lose me to jail over some quick bread, or end up dead Eyes bloodshed, watching

The dead but sticking out like hon solo when he froze With my favorite weapons hanging off there fingers and toes Wicked pimpin, scary bitches, livin or dead

the streets again Chasin' St. Ide's down with some Seagrams gin Life is like a dice game and I'm into win On the scene From the 41st side of Queens We

shining armor Jumping for the sauna The rough rhymer Suicidal like nirvana The end of your world is just beginning Theres no winning in my inning The dead

(talking) Young wild niggaz livin street life on the edge Not knowin if tomorrow they could turn up dead. Yo fuck regular cops niggaz get scoped by the