QB Da Problem - Strong Enough lyrics

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QB Da Problem - Strong Enough lyrics

[Produced by Nascent & QB Da Problem] [Intro] You ain't strong enough, n***a, you sweet You probably go against me, and win I oughta kiss you, you'd probably like that But you don't stand a chance, n***a f**ing f*ggot [Verse 1] I do more than talk that, I mu'f**in walk that Blue Yankee cap back, f** around get clapped at I sleep with the stainless, I walk with the stainless Man, everybody know about 50, I'm famous New York, New York, I run New York Ask Dread at the weed spot, I come through in the mean drop In different boroughs I have different moments On different days n***as know how I'm on it I'm pretty like a Harlem n***a I'm a shooter like a Brooklyn n***a I'm a hustler don't get no bigger Queens, Southside 'til they bury me BX, two TEC's, flames out the nozzles R1 One wheel, Christian Dior goggles Spare with me, start some sh**, send the shooters out Come out the club, we out front with the Ruger's out Nah, ain't no sense to talking peace, my brother That beef will probably send your monkey a** to see Allah [Hook] These n***as ain't strong enough Their money ain't long enough When they bump heads with me They find out the guns do bust We getting paper, in God we trust These s**a a** n***as These n***as ain't strong enough Their money ain't long enough When they bump heads with me They find out the guns do bust We getting paper, in God we trust s** on this, n***a [Verse 2] When I said I'll k** ya, I'll k** ya, as a kid I wasn't kidding then Special ED kid in the back on Ritalin Crib all f**ed up, hooptie all f**ed up Pockets all f**ed up, now n***a, what's up? I'm rich now, n***as know about my dividends Look at the Robb Report, check out what I'm living in f** a spot now, I'm 'bout to buy a yacht now Crib the size of the New York City block now Okay okay, try me and get shot down I'm like a zebra, I got so many stripes I'm the f**ing general, I run my clique right It was five of us, all of us millionaires Now one's a f**ing junkie, and one's a f**ing queer Now it's three of us, that's the way we started They call me crazy, cold-blooded and black-hearted I don't play no games, n***as beg for mercy Then we "T.O.S.", put that a** to rest [Hook]

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