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nas - a queens story lyrics
a queens story
[verse 1]
rest in peace to black just
riding through jamaica, queens in his black truck
timbs was 40 below, waves to the side of his dome
definition of good n-gg-, yo
gangsters don’t die, n-gg-s only become immortal
angels don’t only fly, they walk right before you
in front of you, it’s foul what this money could do
cash corrupts the loyal
i hung with e-money, too, the f-cking truth
f-cking with stretch from live squad
i could’ve died the same night that stretch died
i just got out of his ride
he dropped me off and drove to springfield
november thirtieth, another queens king killed
it f-cked me up, y’all
i was just trying to make it with steve stoute
the legal way, drug-free route
back in the days, they was sleeping on us
brooklyn keep on taking it, manhattan keep on making it
trying to leave queens out
but we was pulling them beams out, them m3’s out
pumping bringing them d’s out
rastas selling chocolate weed inside of a weed house
colosseum downstairs, gold teeth mouth
astoria warriors, 8th street, twin buildings
vernon, can’t even count the livingston children
justice in ravenswood, nice neighborhood
caught sleeping out there, be a wrap, though
bridge n-gg-s be up in petey’s ten racks, yo
a simple bet on a serious cash flow
get money, manolo, welcome home, castro
queens-bridge unified all i ask for
let’s do it for d.u, say what up to sn-tch, yo
i just salute real n-gg-s when i p-ss through
[verse 2]
n-gg-s is very hungry for that bank robbery
bury money, trying to get to a benz from a hyundai
the queens courthouse right next to the cemetery
n-gg-s’ rap sheets look like obituaries
you be starving in kew gardens
bolognas and milk from a small carton
you could still feel chills from the team
on 118, my n-gg- ben fly by like it’s a dream
his face on his shirt kings
laced in a pinky ring, in his black benz murking
back when black rock & ron was on the map
cheeba in yellow sacks, dope sold in laundromats
thugs bark, getting amped from weed
over the heart of champions, see
ever since back then, a n-gg- been about the dough
(you all know how the story go) [x3]
[verse 3]
any other real n-gg-s in the world besides us, i ask?
probably is, but odds are we’ll never cross paths
put your gl-ss high if you made it out the stash spot
and here to tell a story and celebrate the glory
drinks in the air for my n-gg-s not here
this how we do, i see you d.u
queens to the heavens, salute the hood legends
crack the patron, hennessy, and glenlivets
champagne bottles drowning out the sorrows
hope the memories’ll get us through tomorrow
i’m a real o.g cause back in nine-three
n-gg-s couldn’t f-ck with me, sipping ‘gnac since i was little
laid back in a rental
mouth shining, eddie’s gold caps all up in the dental
n-gg- getting money now, but you know i’m still mental, but not simple
put your gl-ss high if you made it out the stash spot
and here to tell your story and celebrate the glory
drinks in the air for my n-gg-s not here
this for the fallen soldiers
hold it down, i told ya
pop another bottle and keep the smoke rolling
[verse 4]
watch the con realest channel his mom’s spirit
gooseb-mps cover me, mother’s here, i could feel her
blood of christ covers me, our savior and healer
drug 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 mean to murk him, your gun’s a virgin
better stay on point, if not, it’s curtains
bebo posse reincarnated through me, probably
if music money didn’t stop me
i never claimed to be the toughest
though i’m to blame for a few faces reconstructed
it’s the game that we was stuck with
now i’m the only black in the club with rich yuppie 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 them n-gg-s i shouted out on my first sh-t?
bo cooking blow, f-cking slay that, where turkey went?
old videos show n-gg-s that was murdered since
another reason to get further bent
put your gl-ss high if you made it out the stash spot
and here to tell your story and celebrate the glory
drinks in the air for my n-gg-s not here
this for the fallen soldiers
hold it down, i told ya
pop another bottle and keep the smoke rolling
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