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A Queens Story

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Rest in peace to Blackness Just Riding through Jamaica, Queens in his black truck Timbs was 40 below, waves to the side of his dome Definition of adept nigga, yo Gangsters don't die, niggas only become immortal Angels don't only wing, they walk correct before y'all In front of you lot, it's foul what this money could do Cash corrupts the loyal I hung with E-Money, also, the fucking truth Fucking with Stretch from Live Team I could've died the same dark that Stretch died I merely got out of his ride He dropped me off and drove to Springfield November thirtieth, another Queens king killed It fucked me up, y'all I was just trying to arrive with Steve Stoute The legal way, drug-free route Back in the days, they was sleeping on united states Brooklyn keep on taking it, Manhattan go along on making it Trying to get out Queens out But we was pulling them beams out, them M3's out Pumping bringing them D'due south out Rastas selling chocolate weed inside of a weed house Colosseum downstairs, gilt teeth mouth Astoria warriors, 8th Street, twin buildings Vernon, can't even count the Livingston children Justice in Ravenswood, overnice neighborhood Caught sleeping out there, exist a wrap, though Bridge niggas exist upwardly in Petey's ten racks, yo A simple bet on a serious cash flow Get coin, Manolo, welcome abode, Castro Queensbridge unified all I ask for Let'southward do it for D.U, say what up to Snatch, yo I just salute real niggas when I pass through  Niggas 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 Niggas' rap sheets wait like obituaries You be starving in Kew Gardens Bolognas and milk from a pocket-sized carton You could still feel chills from the team On 118, my nigga Ben fly by like information technology'due south a dream His face on his Shirt Kings Laced in a pinky ring, in his black Benz murking Back when Blackness Stone & Ron was on the map Cheeba in xanthous sacks, dope sold in laundromats Thugs bark, getting amped from weed Over the heart of champions, see Always since back then, a nigga been most the dough (You all know how the story go)  Any other real niggas in the world besides us, I ask? Probably is, only odds are we'll never cross paths Put your glass high if you lot fabricated it out the stash spot And here to tell a story and celebrate the celebrity Drinks in the air for my niggas not here This how we do, I see you D.U Queens to the heavens, salute the hood legends Cleft the Patrón, Hennessy, and Glenlivets Champagne bottles drowning out the sorrows Hope the memories'll get us through tomorrow I'm a real O.Thousand cause back in ix-iii Niggas couldn't f*ck with me, sipping 'gnac since I was little Laid dorsum in a rental Mouth shining, Eddie's gold caps all up in the dental Nigga getting money now, only you lot know I'k still mental, but non simple Put your drinking glass high if y'all fabricated it out the stash spot And hither to tell your story and celebrate the glory Drinks in the air for my niggas not hither This for the fallen soldiers Hold it down, I told ya Pop some other canteen and proceed the fume rolling  Scout the con realest channel his mom'south spirit Goosebumps cover me, mother's here, I could feel her Claret of Christ covers me, our savior and healer Drug prices upward or down, I know a few dealers And some accident murderers, they act similar 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 non, it'south curtains Bebo Posse reincarnated through me, probably If music money didn't end me I never claimed to be the toughest Though I'one thousand to blame for a few faces reconstructed It's the game that we was stuck with Now I'm the only blackness in the club with rich Yuppie kids Sad thing, this is the top, only where the hustlers went? No familiar faces around, ain't gotta catch the musket It's all safe and sound, champagne by the bucket Where them niggas I shouted out on my first shit? Bo cooking blow, fucking slay that, where Turkey went? Old videos show niggas that was murdered since Another reason to go further bent Put your glass high if you made information technology out the stash spot And here to tell your story and celebrate the celebrity Drinks in the air for my niggas not here This for the fallen soldiers Hold it down, I told ya Pop another canteen and keep the fume rolling

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Written by: SALAAM REMI, NASIR JONES, DARRYL MCDANIELS, JOSEPH SIMMONS

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