Queen Pen - Man Behind The Music (Censored)

Chorus: Teddy Riley 

This is how it should be done 
Cause this style  is identical to none 
How can I make you dance some more 
(T.R.) That`s what I came here for 

Repeat Chorus 

And no... here`s the magnificent... 
funkyyyyyy momma! 

Verse One: Queen Pen 

Lyrical flows like WHAT 
The man behind the music`ll make you JUMP 
New Jack your Swing and make you SHAKE YOUR RUMP 
No Diggi-ty tellin me this is WHAT YOU WANT, bass lines and snares 
that`ll make you hump, WHY 
Intimated by his fourteen year run, WELL 
In ninety-seven he`s a different kind of funk, FUNK FUNK FUNK 
We pulls together like a perfect hand to tongue, HAH 
You pressed your luck and now you faster shit be sunk, ZOOM 
Be combin through the future with your face punked, AND YOU 
forgot about the past, now what you want, platinum tracks 
to put you on the map, NAH 
Cause we gotta keep it in fam`, YEAH 
You had your chance to be down wit da man, UH-HUH 
So busy playa-hatin perpetratin, frauds 
Articulatin, on his downfall, TRUE, you can`t take it 

What the deal Ma? 
Funky Momma blaze the track so you can feel her 
I`m Miggidy I`m all about the dollar bills y`all, rock the Diamond Lex 
All that shit behind my desk is signed in checks 

[Teddy Riley] 
Do you like hits baby, got em goin crazy on BlackStreet 
You know it`s plaque time when me and the track meet 
Save all your wack beats, Q.P. and T.R. 
so precise with mics we should be surgeons in E.R. 
The block knows (like that) baby girl be my diamond cause 
she rocks shows (for Black) see my ones ain`t no way that 
you can stop those, Little Man got your breath together 
with Queen Pen now it`s hot to death, so take a look back (look back) 
What I did, what I`m doin, where I take this (take that) 
It`s kind of simple cause a n*gga just make hits (make tracks) 
Peep the facts, keep a stack, on the Streets of Black 
ladies scream he`s the mack, cause 
I kick, sh*t to make a fly chick you with 
my chick, and plus funds just ridiculous 
cause I`m rich, we are T.R. you see Q.P. 
That`s we BlackStreet, gone! 

(You, can`t, take, it) 

And now... here`s the magnificent... 
funkyyyyyy mommaaaaaah! 

[Queen Pen] 
Now Teddy, JAM, for me ONE TIME 
Cross that thin line make my hips BUMP N GRIND 
what just happened, all this shadyness cause of platinum hits 
Little Man be the sh*t, Funky Momma represent 
It ain`t never been no different plus WE GOT WITNESSES 
to account for alla dis sh*t, test we 
and get your, block knocked off, UHH 
You can keep yappin UNTIL YOU GET HOARSE 
it don`t matter, we don`t, follow chit chatter 
WE MAKE HITS, and calls, when situations get thick 
ASK SAINT NICK, about the repoitoire 
For those in the past, they know who they are 
If the shoe fits trust, WE GON WEAR IT 
And we beez the baddest click up on this planet 
We paid the cost to be boss G*d [damn it] 
cause scared don`t win money, NOW DROP IT 

Chorus (to fade)