Man Behind The Music (censored) lyrics

Artist  : Queen Pen 
Song : Man Behind The Music (censored)
 


featuring Teddy Riley

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 nowwww...
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
nowwwwwwwww... 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)