(Tracey Lee):

Ha, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

For the 98 this is how we do

Queen Pen yall, Tray Lee yall

Rock on yall, D-dot yall

Come on





(Queen Pen):

For all the honeys in the ghetto

Thats holdin there own

Rock the body

(Tracey Lee):

For all my puffed out

Dogs in the club thugged out

Rock the body

(Queen Pen):

And if you know that its a fact

That we got your back

Rock the body

(Tracey Lee):

Aint no doubt

Queen and Tray Lee turn it out

Rock the body



:

(Tracey Lee):

Lyrically I spray yall, its Tray yall

Slay yall niggaz it aint hard to face me

Break yall niggaz like A.C.

Stay armed in case these cats want to hate on me

Kill or be killed, Im God-sent

My calling making shit bounce like Spaulding

Yall know cuevo mke Tray flow en fuego

Its T. Lee spitting and Im down with the Queen



(Queen Pen):

Radio play just really advances my chances

With big time niggaz holdin legal finances

Ghetto star just about the whole of my life

Got eyes in the back of my head like mice

With ya chat bat boy, I lived it

I figure you just wake up in the morning

And blamed it on a nigga, yous the type of nigga

I leave standing at the bar

Have your thirsty ass waiting for my car tomorrow

Its them lame chicks that fuck it up for us

Runnin around the club being a bag of darts

A bonafide child I got years in this

Holding down fort, real Brooklyn shit

Weed rolled in fry talon dreads was rich

Aint nothing changed since 86

We stopped transportin, start making hits

Ghetto from the start, Queen represent





(Queen Pen):

For all the honeys in the ghetto

Thats holdin there own

Rock the body, rock the body, rock

(Tracey Lee):

For all my puffed out

Dogs in the club thugged out

Rock the body, rock the body, rock

(Queen Pen):

And if you know that its a fact

That we got your back

Rock the body, rock the body, rock

(Tracey Lee):

Aint no doubt

Queen and Tray Lee turn it out

Rock the body, rock the body, rock



(Queen Pen):

Niggaz talk shit on the regular

And those be the ones thats sweatin yall

Whether east or west D servin ya

Tray Lee and the Queen Pen murderer

If its not real boo then why bother

Tell me why windows shot wit bags of copper

Jack yo ass up like my baby father

I said jack your ass up like my baby father



(Tracey Lee):

When Tray Lee come through its party time

But a party aint a party till you spark a dime

Yall can hate but Im a still make ass shake

Still got the steel by the waist runnin through yall

Me and Queen Pen find us at the bar schemin

I still owe dough, so who I gotta get to break even

RNF niggaz who live for the weekend

Still drinkin, hey still leaving the club with hoes

They seen us on Keenan

You dealin with pros, goddamn

Future of the game turning cats into what happen tos

Like Brains, Tray aint change

Still spit on, still ride everything that I get on

Still be in the club with Timbs on

Raw dog forever, I got something for all yall

Whatever



(Repeat Chorus 2 til end)