A Queens Story (Album Version (Explicit))

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 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’