Conversations With Queen

* send corrections to the typist<br><br>{*Pen whispers "I Reps" while DJ Clue is talking*}<br><br>(DJ Clue)<br>William nigga<br>Yeah!DJ Clue, Desert Storm, you know how we do things<br>Q-u-double-e- radio<br>And the question of the day, <br>Is who, and what you rep<br>Caller number 1, you on the line<br><br>[Verse 1 - Prodigy]<br>Ayo its P, big chunky 40 inch chains<br>I could fuck your woman, but I perfer brains<br>I could duff you out wit guns and bang<br>I`ma certified, bonofied, Mobb Nigga man<br>This ain`t no `87 rap battle<br>This is 2001, bloodsport, nigga i`ll get at you<br>This is criminal shit, I`m so infamous<br>I`m so gangsta, these niggas be nervous<br>When we pop up, ya knees lock up<br>Ya stomach catch butterflies<br>And ya heart pumps<br>Suppose to be scared, suppose to be `wared<br>When you see me get the fuck out my way<br>Nigga I`m in here<br>And I ain`t come for the glamour and glitz<br>I came to fuck you up bad, get drunk, and find me a bitch<br>So where you at girl, holla at the kid<br>`Fore I slay one of these lame niggas in here, straight up<br><br>(DJ Clue)<br>Yeah, Caller number two<br>You on the line<br><br>[Verse 2 - Queen Pen]<br>I got some raps for the streets<br>My niggas pack the heats<br>My soldiers on the corner crushin up green meat<br>For all the generations, and mothers ridin the trains<br>To work for y`all crackers, for that bullshit pay<br>I reps for my head that cops his weight<br>That take trips uptown just to cop his haze<br>I rep for them chicks givin brain in the rain<br>That ain`t scared to be a freak, for the right pay<br>I gots to rep for my familys thats stricten wit pain<br>For buryin they boys to soon for this game<br>I rep for my panthers thats locked away<br>And???sittin on deathrow countin down them days<br>I rep for y`all bitches that work lizzie bags<br>That sell hot shit, half price off of tags<br>I rep for them chicks that write they own shit<br>That live just like a live, to write they own shit<br>Its 2001 bitch, stop frontin<br>I rep for my baby mamas thats still walkin<br>I rep for them chicks collectin P.A.&Wic<br>Up in the hair and nail spots makin off the book chips<br>I rep body snactchers, loyaly over passion<br>I`m married to B.S.bitch, ain`t no question<br><br>(DJ Clue)<br>Caller number three, you on the line<br><br>[Verse 3 - Cam`Ron]<br>I rep money dealers, girls step like, "Cam you rock a lotta Prada"<br>Look to her and said, "bitch I`m bout the dollar", holla<br>I don`t like it anways, I feel enscadas hotter<br>One get her, get her, good dog, got her, got her<br>Cam is in a Lincolns Clipse<br>Jakes hate belevdere, now y`all drinkin the shit<br>Please, oh my god brother, followin is not gutter<br>Its a major trend setter for you cock suckers<br>Insurance on my diamonds, my rocks covered<br>If I`m wit a bitch, believe me I do not love her<br>I`ma rap like a doobie and spliff<br>My Uzi a click, yeah I did a movie a flick<br>But I step to the director like, "look I`m not bitchin"<br>Understand this homeboy, I`m not snitchin<br>Killa Cam still be back in the hood<br>Back where I should, plus I can`t act that good<br>I could cook that coke, get them figures<br>I could bust that gat, strip some niggas<br>No homo, cause my life ain`t no motion picture<br>Motion trigger, I open livers, cock the pump<br>Pop the trunk, I drive em to the ocean nigga<br>Peal em apart, let em know you dealin wit sharks<br><br>Killa, P-Double, Queen Pen, Lee Low<br><br>(DJ Clue)<br>Yeah, DJ Clue<br>You know how we do things<br>Q-U-Double E radio<br>And the question of the day is<br>What you rep