Hip-Hop Chronicles (Part 3)

Regardless of any man who said that they ever planned

Heartless as granny Fran, who said that she never manned

Partly its because she wanna make'em make her money an"

Live on day by day without somebody fakin' a game plan

She gave birth to a new generation

And gave the children to a new population

Crazy how she runnin' her nation

Hazy ways of runnin' the station

Now again she was a queen, her empire was a statement

But then she was a fiend, her desires always latent

As a tyrant, she was violent, and she always made it blatant

Wit' a silence, that was silent, as a building when its vacant

She was the principle, the most invincible

Into your visuals, but play a lame ass instrumental

You can lose all of your dentals

Nothin' like a woman when her drive's to drive a massacre

Lathered in alll lacquer, its blacker than night's rapture

A chapter for alll rappers, the crackers, an' all captures

She'll leave your brain into fractures, so gather before you're shattered

 

(Hook x2)

She don't need a king

She don't want a king

As a matter of fact

She don't want a thing

She already got her weddin' ring

When she gettin' ready to do heaven things

Now she lettin' everybody touch her string

Be careful not to do a few swings

'Cause you'll never win, hoe