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Nas - A Queens Story

17 июля 2012 г. Просмотров: 1692 RSS
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Rest in peace, the black Jus

Ride up to Jamaica Queens in this black truck

Tim’s was 40 bellow wave to the side of his dome, definition of good nigga yo

Gangstas don't die, niggas only become immortal

Angels no longer fly, they walk right before you

In front of you, it's foul what this honey could do

Cash corrupts the loyal

I hung with E-Money too, the fuckin' truth

There was Stretch from my squad

I could've died the same night that Stretch died

I just got out of his ride

He dropped me off then drove to Springfield

November 30th another Queens king killed

It fucked me up y'all

I was just tryin' to make it with Steve Stoute

The legal way, drug-free route

Back in the days they was sleepin' on us

Brooklyn keep on takin' it, Manhattan keep on makin' it

Tryna leave Queens out

Though we was pullin’ them beans out, them M3’s out

Poppin’, bringin’ them D’s out

Rastas sellin’ chocolate weed inside of a weed house

Coliseum down stairs, gold teeth mouth

A story of warriors, 8 street, twin buildings

Vernon can’t even count the letters to his children

Justice and ravens would, nice neighborhood

Cuz sleepin’ out there be a rapto

Bridge niggas, be up in Petey’s 10 racks yo

A simple bet on a serious cash flow

Get money Manolo, welcome home Castro

Queen bridge unified all out ass for

Let’s do it for DU, say what up the stacks yo

I just salute real niggas when I pass through


Niggas is very hungry for that bank robbery

Buried money, tryin’ to get to a Benz from a Hyundai

The Queens courthouse right next to the cemetery

Niggas rap sheets look like obituaries

You be starvin’ in cute gardens

Baloneys and milk from a small carton

You could still feel chill some team

Our one A team, my nigga been fly by like it’s a dream

His face on his shirt kings laced in a pinky ring and his black Benz murkin’

Back when black rockin’ robbers on the map

Chiva in yellow shacks, dope sold in laundry mats

Thugs barkin’, amped from weed only the heart of champions see

Ever since back then a nigga been about the dough


Do you all know how the story go?

Go go go go go go go

Do you all know how the story go?

Do you all know how the story go?

Go go go go go go go


Any other real niggas in the world besides us I ask

Probly is but all y’all will never cross paths


Put your glass high if you made it out the stash spot

Ain’t here to tell a story, let’s celebrate the glory

Drinks in the air for my niggas not here


This how we do, I see you DU

Queens to the heavens, salute the hood legends

Crack a Patron, Hennessey and Glen Levis

Champagne bottles, droughting off the shadows

Hope the memories will get us through tomorrow

I’m a real OG cuz back in ’93 niggas couldn’t fuck with me

Sippin’ y’all since I was little league

Back in the rental, mouth shinin’ Eddie’s gold caps

All up in the dental, nigga get money now but you know I’m still mental


But now Sickle put your glass high if you made it out the stash spot

Ain’t here to tell a story, let’s celebrate the glory

Drinks in the air for my niggas not here

This for the fallen soldiers, hold it down I told ya

Pop another bottle and keep the smoke rollin’


Watch the com rillaz channel his mom’s spirit

Goose bumps cover me, mother’s here I could feel her

Blood of Christ covers me, I will save the young healer

Drugs prices up or down, I know a few dealers

And some accident murderers, they act like they killed on purpose

Liars brag, they put work in

You ain’t here to murk him, your gun’s a virgin

Better stay on point, if not, it’s curtains

Beebo posy reincarnated through me probly

And music money didn’t stop me

I never claimed to be the toughest

Though to blame for a few faces reconstructed

It’s the game that we were stuck here

Now I’m the only black in the club

With rich yappy kids, sad thing

This is the top, but where the hustlers went?

No familiar faces around, ain’t gotta grab the musket

It’s all safe and sound, champagne by the bucket

Where the niggas I shouted out on my first shit?

Roll, cookin’ blow fuckin’ slay that where turkey went

Old videos from niggas that was murdered since

Another reason to confer the bet


Put your glass high if you made it out the stash spot

Ain’t here to tell a story, let’s celebrate the glory

Drinks in the air for my niggas not here

This for the fallen soldiers, hold it down I told ya

Pop another bottle and keep the smoke rollin’


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