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Queen of the dirty hearts, where do I start? 
Wanna be down, rock a crown baby-girl
 from the Bronx I know what the deal is
 how to rock a mic in showbiz 
not your average female kid.
 I’m trying to make some hits. Rock skirts with thigh high splits 
And yet still the illest chick to throw up her wrist 
and if ya face fit, my fist 
gone wear it. 
Loud and Clear when I say it king Tut can hear it 
and when I say it my kings just tear it. 
best believe you gon’ fear it 
hope you like blood cause in a minute you gone wear it 
don’t look at me and think another refugee, mislead tom-boy wanna-be. 
take a glance and bow down to queen E.g.y.p.t 
cause you gon’ fall like the rain from my thunderstorm 
smile like a crest commercial but got eyes like a demon 
so if looks could kill proven innocent in court for the murder of you
 If I hate on you my crew gon’ look out 
1,2,3 ohh that’s 3 strikes your out
 they got dirty hearts with street smarts
 and lyrically and mentally tear you apart
 know the art like marks on the body 
stand behind this little mommie 
I step aside cause when my kings come through 
you know it’s time to ride scratch the violence major change under way 
peep the record label growin’ more every day 
what more can I say my soldiers 
got it locked just got this dime piece to introduce them to the spot -- 
Yo ya’ll bring it on a level other groups cant match
 want to give it all wall to floor with no strings attached 
now sit back and relax peep the lyrics turn it up loud so you can feel it  
compare it we dare it bring it and leave it 
cant touch it so don’t even tease it if you 
think you can freeze it we gone make it melt 
beat you  down like ya mama did with the mic as a belt 
knock ya’ll out cause we wil’ out P

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