Give Up The Goods (just Step) Lyrics

Give Up The Goods (just Step) lyrics

Hey yo Queen's get the Money long time no cash 

I'm caught up in the
hustle when the guns go blast 

the fool retaliated so I had to think fast


pull out my heat first he pull out his heat last 

Now who the fuck
you think is livin' to this day? 

I'm tryin' to tell these young niggas
crime don't pay 

they looked at me and said "Queen's niggas don't play.
Do your thing 

I'll do mine kid stay outta my way". 

It's type hard
tryna survive in New York state 

can't stop till I'm eatin' off a platinum
plate 

po po comes around and tries to relocate me 

lock me up for
ever but they can't deflate me 'cause 

havin' cash is highly addictive


especially when you're used to havin' money to live with 

I
thought step back look at my life as a whole 

Ain't no love it seems the
devil done stole my soul 

I'm out for delfia, selfia, P's not helpin' ya


I'm tryna get this Lexus up, and plus a cellular 

yo Big Noyd!
(What up cuzin'?) I can't cope 

With all these crab niggas tryna shorten
my rope. 



Yo it's the r - a double p 

e - r, n - o - y - d


Niggas can't fuck with me 

comin' straight outta QB 

pushin'
an Infiniti 

you ask can I rip it constantly? Mentally? 

Definitely,
to the death of me 

come and test me 

trust me, nigga couldn't touch
me if he snuff me 

so bust me, you're gonna have to, 'cause I'ma blast you


my lyrical like a miracle, ill spiritual 

I'm born wit' it 

I'm gettin' on wit' it 

an' I'ma have it 'til I'm fuckin' dead and
gone wit' it 

'cause I'm a what? Composer of hardcore 

a lyrical
destructor 

don't make me buck ya, cause I'm a wild muthaf