Queens (Letra)

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(noreaga talking)
Outlaw, outlaw
Uhh-uhh. yo give me some of that haze man. that purple haze.
I don’t wanna smoke that fucking haze wit this wood no more.
Hydro. shit got my hydro tasting like smydro.
I’ma smoke a straight haze right now.(straight haze)
Pone roll up there. ya heard me?
Yo slaam roll up there ya heard me? ok slaam.
It’s like this yo…

(noreaga)
Yo, yo blood money is the anthem, its never a myth
I smoke weed and i get drunk, and ride with gifts
If i don’t roll, then my nigga baby he just twist
He rolls phillies and he busts the big the four-fifth
See shit change because i normally came
On the r train now me and 5 in the range
We used to twist phillies and fuck hoes, switch cars and trade guns
Them queens niggaz then we landed in the millions
Iraq and the bridge, the only difference is the buildings
The same crime rates and the same damn killings
A slice of pizza, and quarter water my juice
But now i’m carhart and bullet proof is under my goose
And go to hell to that nigga that snitched on deuce
The curly-haired fro, i cut my hair but my beard grow
Yo where my beers go? send them right here yo
Yo party’s over tell the rest of the crew
Stash the drugs, the guns go to section two
See me, all my life yo i had to sell drugs
While you grew up with straight nerds i grew up with thugs
While you grew up with straight nerds i grew up with thugs

(chorus: complexions)
Through the test of time, i strive to get my shine
Upon them lives, slanging rocks cuz the world is mine
I look out for you, and you look out for me
And we hold it down, you just wait and see
Platinum chains and carti’ frames and jewels
Now these broke niggaz start to act a fool
Don’t you know thugged out straight eat ya food
We keep guns on our sides, you know how dunn thugs do
Cause i’ll be there with my thugs
I’ll be right here waiting on you

(capone)
For my niggaz who bust pies
The customized fives
To the vals, to the railroaded trails i cuss cops
Enough shots and any generation
I spit dead a plot in the making i ride for every thug in the basement
My soul is cuffed to the corner, every gate, every car table
Every welcome to the hood sign
Batting good times
Its on over the projects a dark cloud one sided
Till death bitches burning in gossip
Its my turn to deposit
The real, the logic, no college
Just dollars and criminal knowledge
Me and my codies, pass ?rodies?
I flash mo’ wheat, than cash cody
Keep the mac on me
When u stack niggaz act phony
Shit in the ghetto, i spread love and shed blood
Never swear to a dead thug
My name should be brough up in fame
Never said in vain
Spread like a letter chain
In criminal slang.

(chorus)
We done had some time
I strive to get my shine
On the block, slanging rocks cuz the world is mine
I look out for you, and you look out for me.
And we hold it down, you just wait and see
Platinum chains and ?cardy? frames and jewells
Now these broke niggaz start act a fool
Don’t you know thugged out, straight eat ya food
We keep guns on our sides
You know how dunn thugs do
Cuz i’ll be there with my thugs
I’ll be right here waiting on you.
(beat fading away)

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Queens (Letra)

Capone -n- Noreaga

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Heheheh.. hey yo..

There’s a place i know where the bitches go
Where they rob you for you dough and shit on the low
In southside.. queens, queens
Where if you say the ave.
People automatically know the path
You don’t have to do the math
In southside.. queens, queens

I knew this nigga named donovan
Astonishin the way he used to handle the pill god (word?)
Let me speak about the way he used to dribble off his knees
And in the middle at the same time guzzlin a beer
Like a puzzle or a riddle – discoverin his path to the hoop
Scoop, shot, tipped up the backboard oops
Son got hot, never knew he woulda threw it
Cool nigga, when it came to school he blew it
A scholar in acute niggarisms and metropolitans
Get taller and yo donovan hey come around the block
Dunn got the three sons, fuckin with coupons and refunds
Food stamps, and still he was a champ
Time to get loot for boots and kicks now
Fuck hoops gotta impress the chicks now
His momma said, "donovan why are you
On the corner of linden," and got all rude
He said, "momma listen close i’ma tell you one time
You’re killin my high, plus i got a nine
All i be doin is puttin in work
So you can get a brand new dress for church
I know the devil lurks outside, man it’s cold
But i don’t wanna get paid slow, and grow old
Like poppa – plus i’m on parole i gotta
Get paid off the streets, to make ends meet"
With the back of her hand, she smacked him in the face
Walked out of the crib-piece, pissed with no taste
That night, rockin nikes, eatin mike’n’ikes
Slapboxin with a dyke on a bike too small
Thinkin, "this time, next year, mom’ll be able to.. ohhh!"
Shit from across the streets, niggaz approach – slow
Well get the metal out, too late, the guns flash
In the melee they wet him like reggae sunsplash
Sun dashed with the quickness, back into the ride
With a smile on his face, the picture of pride
Blood comin from his mouth, now i’m at his side
Kneelin over donovan’s body before he died
Eyes – flutterin up and down in his head
And with his last breath this is what he said
He said, "whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?"
Then i closed his eyes

There’s a place i know where the people go
Where you can cash dough and chill on the low
In southside.. queens, queens
Where if you say the ave.
People automatically know the path
You don’t have to do the math
In southside.. queens, queens
And if you got a glock, you could bust shots
Like ??, when the block be hot
In.. what we talkin bout.. queens, queens

Uhh, c’mon uhh
C’mon.. uhh uhh
I know where people go..
Where you can cash dough and chill on the low..