K-POP Lyrics Song

NasA Queens Story

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’
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’

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