Suicide Queens - Fredro Starr

Car service, bottle service, weed service presidential service

We won’t stop till these serve us with the paper

So they kicked down the doors with the guns with the lasers

I’m in the latest whip playing my hits

These bitch niggas salty, lays potato chips

But never catch me slipping like a pair of gators

The weed too loud i can’t hear you haters

Bad bitch on my side, four fifth for my side

In the whip with the four dots six on the side

I’m a Southside to the death, fresh to death

Quiet as kept, couple G’s in the arm rest

So Feel the calm breeze blowing on balm trees

The killer cali where the ghettos got palm trees

A paradise in the hood, corners on lock

Niggers banging on the whip with the 40 Glocks

Yeah, you’ll finally wish flows up, but take it to the streets

The west coast freeze up, i’ll take it to the east

Now i’m back on the west side

180 on the dash a test drive do or die but not from Bed-Stuy

I’m in the XJ there the express way

Overnight fedEx and there the next day

They make it pass xray we all good

I’m a hollywood nigga but i’m all hood

If you don’t stand for nothing, you’ll fall for anything

Respect comes first that goes with anything

A bring a life from the project straight to the big screen

But never too big to forget queens

Supreme team was my teen idols

Living that life any means of survival

How you gonna make it to the top if ya scared a heights

I’m a thug so i’m stereotyped