[Chorus: x2]
Who you gonna call when it's time to brawl?
Standin' 'round, waitin' for my queendom to fall.
Well I think not, styles are pipin' hot.
Blazin', amazin', I give it all I got.

I'm tellin' you straight up, all sleepin' beauties better wake up.
I'll tear your state up, so set the date up,
And I'm a rip it, what if it what was it.
Who did it, who does it,
From private to public,
Anywhere I'm in there and been there.
So recognize this, who the nicest?
Sit down and settle for your consolation prizes.
Whatever you want, I got.
Whether you ready or not
It's about to get hot when I drop.
So notes, pause another spot.
To do you, don't get me in a corner make me do you.
Don't try to be me, do you.
Be coo' to you and do you.
I'm on a higher level with different class, another plane.
I am the Queen, that's my name, time to explain
That I spit game with dames.
Leave 'em all with shit stains,
Split frames, hopin' you hopin' that I'm jokin'.
Don't know but still blink off like fo'-fo's,
But so-so, slow mo's comin' in like the po-po's.
Don't want rocks comin' at me the wrong way,
Packin' much rocks, it's gonna be a long day.
And for real, spittin' on imbeciles, and spinnin' wheels
On my six hundred, you want it, you must be blunted.
I'll take it to your stomach, run it, give me all
Mic for mic, steppin' to me, you gonna fall, we brawl.
Throwin' a two-piece so loose leafs,
It's the Q-U-double-E-N.
You know how I'm MCin'.

[Chorus: x2]

See, physically you not ready,
Lyrically you not ready,
Mentally, maybe.
Who talks tough, time to get the baby.
No threats or small bets on my bond, we can get it on
From dusk 'til dawn, from night till morn.
Some bubble hard squads are gone, no gimmicks, no tricks,
Till one of us admits it's a battle a whisk.
So look, I'm off the hook, while you off the rocker,
Thinkin' I'm shook, get the phone book, call the doctor.
Are you out of your mind, doubtin' mines, out of line
Talkin' out your behind, shoutin' rhymes out of time?
It's all over, what's up, yeah, what, what now, you tough now?
Now you hush, hush now, ain't sayin' too much now.
Thought so, haunt yo' sleepin' ass, creepin' fast,
Like you was doin' somethin', now I gotta ruin somethin'.
You image, your career, lookie here, you whole life is hangin' in the air.
Like a Chandelier, poppin' off like a can of beer, understand is it clear,
If not let me put it in your ear that I'm royalty.
Even though I'm low-key, you know me.
You be singin' over my tracks like it's karaoke.
If you don't know the half you gon' feel the wrath.
Represent the rugged path, the Flavor Unit staff,
Droppin' mathematics, layin' you out like craftmatic.
I'll let you have it, so you don't want the static.

[Chorus: x2]

Copyright: Songtrust Ave, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): ALLEN HENRY MCGRIER, ANTHONY PEAKS, DANA OWENS, GREGORY JR. CRAPPS, LAURYN N. HILL, NEL WYCLEF JEAN, SALAAM REMI, SAMUEL MICHEL, TEENA MARIE BROCKERT