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Sugar Hill Estates
Upper East Side, New York
My Queen how does it feel to be legit
You know I never did eat where I sh!t
Send word out to the Cartels
Come correct with that pure cut, or I will send them all to hell
Make sure you strap up
Those boy’s toys are hard cut
And I need my crew’s eyes when we float down in the dirty South
Shoot anyone who gives you any mouth
Gee, who do we know in those parts we can trust
My Queen, no one, the last time, we thought we were on the up and up, you caught one of their bucks
We need to silence those thugs, and somehow lift their sh!t
Then plug their a$$es and leave my calling card in their palms, after the hit
We burn everything, where even a dental sheet can't tell the coroner if it was a clit or a d..k
Yeah, peep this, my Queen, we also need to take care of any future threats, we need the connect at the top
I feel you Gee, we get to him first, even if he is protected by a cop
We sneak up on his trap house, pistol whip his boys for his cash
Washboarding his a$$ until he gives up his connect and all his dope, and his hidden stash
The boys in the Bronx need their product moved in the AM
Negative, that, mission sounds to me like a set up Gee, and its either us or them
And before I let another bullet penetrate me
I flow low at night to travel with ease
Gee, I need you get on the line
And see who in City Hall silence can be bought, I did not buy ninety kilos to convoy for federal time
And keep that sh!t Ebonics when you speak sublime
My Queen, what about that fake a$$ poser talking all that sh!t behind our crew’s back
Him and his crew, word in the hoods, they all strung out on the Russia Mafia potent crack
Do not worry, I heard their time is on lock as street informants by, get this, Gee, a woman, known as a Midnight snack
Who?The Softness of A Shadows, her right
Yeah, that’s the bit$h, she was once a product convoy for one of my boys, he said she ain’t f#cking wrapped too tight
In the joint he said she would bring him contraband weapons for a cell fight
Having her boys behind bars, who owe her favors, shanking those Aryan Nation boys, taking them all out, she gets this Queen's respect, yet
If she crosses the NunRunner, she will get straight dealt
They don’t make loyal hoe$ like her no more
And my Queen that’s for sho, glamour in the allure, but deadly when settling a score
Well Gee it's our time to let the money flow in as it pours
Yeah, my Queen, its best you a peep in on her, word in the boroughs, she trying to take over Harlem and Chinatown
Do I look like I’m frazzled, revenge is the ultimate high when I take a body down
Cement to their shoes, silence is the golden sound
I need you to set up a meeting with her, I need to know what’s floating inside that pretty head
If her dialect is to my liking, the bit$h will be on my payroll, aiming and pumping lead
I heard that ho been trying to cash in on my name, with that fake, lame, shadows game
Let’s see if she is worth the hype
If not, then what, my Queen, she is considered a menace, one of those deadly type
Just know we won't be sitting around smoking a peace pipe
We pimp her a$$, to sell our dope
No one infiltrates me and stick around to gloat
Oh, Gee, welcome to the Big Apple, we sitting at the prime table now, it's time we get paid
Anybody get in our way, a casket is where their bloody hacked up body will be laid
Done, my Queen, let me move out on this
Oh, Gee...word of advice, keep your intellect up and we get a pass from any Blood or Crip
Since we are in New York make sure your steel is always in your hand
Watch your back Gee, life here is a bit$h and motherf#cka$ fall under when they don't shoot or demand
You my right hand man, and trust no one where you sh!t or stand
Word Up
Ashes to ashes dust to dust, my crew leave in body bags not handcuffs
Dear Wifey, Pre-Premier Week continues. Stay tuned for the official drop
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