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Queenpen — Man Behind The Music

(Chorus by Teddy Riley)
—This is how it should be done
Cause this style
Is identical to none
How can I make you dance some more? (TR)
That’s what I came here for
This is how it should be done
(And now, here’s the magnificent Funkey Mama)
Cause this style
Is identical to none
How can I make you dance some more?(TR)
That’s what I came here for
(QueenPen)
—Lyrical flows like what
The man behind the music will make you jump
New Jack you swing
And make you shake your rump
No diggity, tellin me this is what you want
Baselines and snares that’ll make you call
Intimidated by his 14 year run
At ’97 he’s a different kind of funk
We push together like a perfect hand and tongue (how)
You pressed your luck and now your back too should be sunk (and you)
Be comming to the future with your face punked (and you)
Forgot about the past now what you want
Platinum tracks to put you on the map
Cause we got to keep it in the fam
You had your chance to be be down wit the man
So busy playa hatin’ perpetrating articulating
And all his downfall you can’t take it
(Teddy Riley)
—What the deal ma?
Funky mama blaze the track so you could feel, huh?
I make a D, I’m all about the dollar bills y’all
Rock the diamond Lex
While I sit behind the desk and sign the checks
You like hits baby?
Got Em’ going crazy on BLACKstreet
You know it’s plaque time when me and the track meet
Save all your whack beats
QP and TR so precise with mics
We should be surgeons in E.R.
The block knows
Baby girl be my diamond cuz she rocks shows
See my ones ain’t no way that you can stop those
Little man got your breath together
With QueenPen, now it’s hot to death
So take a look back
What I did, what I’m doing , where I take this
It’s kinda simple cuz enough just to make hits
Peep the facts, keep a stack
On the streets of BLACK
Ladies scream he’s «The Mack»
Cause I kick (what)
Shit that make the fly chick you with my chick
And plus, frontin’s just ridiculous
Cuz I’m rich
We are TR you see QP that’s we Blackstreet gone

(QueenPen)
—You can’t take it…
(And now, here’s the magnificent Funkey Mama)
Now Teddy jam for me one time
Cross that thin line , make my hips bump and grind
What just happened?
All this shadyness cause of platinum hits
Little man be the shit, Funkey Mama represent
It ain’t never been no different
Cause we got witnesses
To account for all of this shit
Test with it , and you get your block knocked off
You can keep keep yapping til you get a course
It don’t matter
We don’t follow chit chatter
We make hits, and calls
My situations get thick
Ask Saint Nick, about the repetoir
For those in the past, they know who they are
If the shoe fits, trust
We gon wear it
Till we be the baddest clique up on this planet
We paid the cost to boss, God damn it
To scare money don’t win money, now drop it

(Teddy Riley)
—This is how it should be done
Cause this style
Is identical to none
How can I make you dance some more? (Little Man)
That’s what I came here for
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