Rock The Body

The password is party.
 T. Lee:
 Ha, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 For the 98 this is how we do
 Queen Pen ya'll, T. Lee ya'll
 Rock on ya'll, D-Dot ya'll
 Come On
 Chorus:
 Queen Pen:
 For all the honeys in the ghetto that's holdin their own (rock the body)
 T. Lee:
 For all my puffed out dogs in the club thugged out (rock the body)
 Queen Pen:
 And if ya know that it's a fact that we got your back (rock the body)
 T. Lee:
 Ain't no doubt Queen and Tray Lee turn it out (rock the body)
 Tracey Lee:
 Lyrically I spray ya'll it's Tray ya'll
 Slay ya'll niggas it ain't hard to face me
 Break ya'll niggas like A.C.
 Stay armed in case these cats want to hate on me
 Kill or be killed I'm God sent
 My callin' make shit bounce like Spaulding
 Ya'll know cuevo make Tray flow en fuego
 Its T. Lee spittin' and I'm down with the Queen
 Queen Pen:
 Radio play just really advances my chances
 With big time niggas holdin legal finances
 Ghetto star just about the whole of my life
 Got eyes in the back of my head like mice
 With ya chat bad boy, I lived it
 I figure you just wake up in the morning
 And blame it on a nigga
 You's the type of nigga
 I leave standin' at the bar
 Have your thirsty ass waitin for my car tomorrow
 It's them lame chicks that fuck it up for us
 Runnin around the club bein a bag of darts
 A bonafide child not like years in diss
 Holdin down fort real Brooklyn shit
 Weed rolled in fry talon dreads swa rich
 Ain't nothin changed since '86
 We stopped transportin' start makin hits
 Ghetto from the start Queen represent
 Chorus
 Queen Pen:
 Niggas talk shit on the regular
 And those be the ones that sweatin ya'll
 Wether east or west D servin ya'll
 Tray Lee and the Queen Pen murderer
 If it's not real boo, why bother
 Tell me why window shop with bags of copper
 Jack yo ass up like my baby father
 Jack yo ass up like my baby father
 Tracey Lee:
 When Tray Lee come through it's party time
 But a party ain't a party till you spark a dime
 Ya'll can hate but I'm still gonna make ass shake
 Still got the steel by the waist runnin through ya'll
 Me and Queen Pen find us at the bar schemin
 I still owe dough
 So who I gotta get to break even
 RNF niggas who live for the weekend
 Stil drinkin, hey! stil leavin the club with hoes
 They seen us on Keenan
 You dealin with pros, Goddamn
 Future of the game turnin cats into "what happen to's"
 Like Brains, Tray ain't change
 Still spit on, still ride everything that I get on
 Still be in the club with Tims on
 Raw dog forever
 I got somethin for all ya'll
 Whatever!
 Chorus
 T. Lee:
 Hey! Well alright, uh-huh
 It don't stop ya'll, B-rock y'all
 From Brooklyn to Philly
 It's Queen Pen and T. Lee
 Chorus
 Rock the body rock, rock the body rock...