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Infamous Mobb - Killa Queens lyrics
f/ NOYD, Prodigy (Mobb Deep) Yeah Yeah, Yeah, grab the pump pump (yeah) It's on we 'bout to thump thump [NOYD verse] Well if I jump I feel bad luck upon me Make me grab my pump and call my Brook-Lyn army We buy QB to NC Niggas don't want it Debate to the G's and the west all on it We all flaunt it guns & chicks And all my thuns rhyme holding their dicks With a nine on their side from hip to hip You know the mobb niggas is sick and stay bent Twist it get right, me and my guns is tight And we both heated when the funds aint right Because we know someone getting stuck tonight Before I crash I'm a fuck me some ass tonight With a pocket full of dough The bottle of the dro With dreams of fucking some R&B hoe They call me N-O-Y-D baby From QB baby don't hate me We live, I rep Queens [Chorus: repeat 2X] NOYD: Queens! Godfather: Where niggas they get caught up in between guns NOYD: Queens! Godfather: Casino cash, cream killa Queens thun NOYD: Queens! Godfather: Where I live, what I rep NOYD: QB thun, Queens! Godfather: The Mobb rep NOYD: Queens! Godfather: You know we rep [Ty Knitty verse] I blow dro in Q-boro Ain't nothing change same boro Just more places now I'm tatooed up now Still rep 41st, 'til I be put up in the hearst (you heard?) Even after that yo my daughter and my son 'gon live on 7, 1, 8 zip code triple 1, O,1 A yo its queens, money, whips and fiends Bald heads and fades, du rags and waves Can't forget about braids Niggas don't rock like us Ain't no hood like us A yo I rep QB 'til I R.I.P 96 buildings 6 blocks in QB Everyday is like a movie, so you know we had to pursuit it First joint "murda muzik" A yo y'all niggas 'gon feel it The hood is running wild Every clique 'gon throw it up Y'all know what up Queens don't give a fuck [Chorus 2X] [Twin Gambino verse] Queensbridge, and thats how it is If I can't I get you I'm a bring it to your kids Your moms, whatever it takes to strike back I'll be waiting in your crib with the mack Black gloves, no mask so you can see my face And realize QB ain't playing no games We think long range So we can ride for the kids And look out for my niggas up north doing bids [Prodigy of Mobb Deep verse] Thun we'll stop your shine, we Queens niggas Plus my Bed-Stuy niggas will shoot up your medinas We the black entrepenuers we the black mobb I told you it was more real than words can muster I see you faggots don't listen wanna bite my shit You better walk with security my niggas dump clips Catch you with your rap clique, and beat the shit out y'all You could have a 30 deep entourage You could have guns galore, shanks and more We can bang to the EMS come and haul us off I could give a fuck for what projects you ride for We got dogs out there and we not scared Nigga I'm not the one, we not the team Matter fact don't even wirte me back see me in the streets See me at the next show Catch me at the club We terrorize y'all niggas thun [Chorus 4X] |
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