Queens

[Chorus: 50 Cent] You know for sure we ain't playin' When you hear us sayin', "It's a Queens thing mayne" If ya ask us what zip we claim Or what hood we from, we say, "Queens! Queens! Queens!" [Verse 1: Prodigy] Your are now in tuned with the sounds of the best Niggas that ever do it and still doin' it the best This is what it sound like over in Q-U The projects is haunted houses, real demons and ghouls Ya shakin' in ya shoes, get some Henny, light a Dutch Smokin' back to back bogies, you scared to death, son Out here is real tough, niggas'll line you up Real sharp like the barber, get your hair cut [Verse 2: 50 Cent] I bang bang and boogie, ya blood on my hoodie You outside stuntin' with ya jewelry all goodie It's easy mayne, believe me mayne When I'm heard in a jux, that'll ease the pain I'm the shittiest nigga, I cut the prettiest nigga From his ear to his chin, I don't care we was friends Yeah, I did it back then, and I'll do it again I catch a flashback on ya jack and wave the MAC-10 Man, take that shit off! [Chorus: 50 Cent] You know for sure we ain't playin' When you hear us sayin', "It's a Queens thing mayne" If ya ask us what zip we claim Or what hood we from, we say, "Queens! Queens! Queens!" [Verse 3: LL Cool J] I don't slide like Usher, I don't make no bands I ain't a frontin' ass coward, I don't reek SoundScans I wish Rick and Russell was back, I miss the old Def Jam Cause them new monkeys act like they don't know who I am The promotion and marketing wasn't worth a damn Now they on the balls again cause 50 my man? It's a Queens thing doofy, this is how we do We rep our hood goofy, how 'bout you? This is L talkin', not some Patrón and trees Look at the caliber of playas that roll with me Now I'm back on top where I'm 'posed to be And y'all payin' the respect them niggas owe to me Queens nigga! [Chorus: 50 Cent] You know for sure we ain't playin' When you hear us sayin', "It's a Queens thing mayne" If ya ask us what zip we claim Or what hood we from, we say, "Queens! Queens! Queens!" [Verse 4: Kool G Rap] Yeah we Queens duke, ya know what it is pop They walk upon you, force you in the whip, barrels poked in ya ribs pop Glare from a six shot, bills wylin' then hiccup Apes with a shaper from C76 Block Queens home of the gulliest goons, fuzzy the room With 50 caliber gunsmoke, MAC-1 and one toast Back when I slung dope, sling a batch My stainless gat, packed it back in the DMC and the Run coat Played the P.E. logo, get put in front of the gun scope Queens hear me boy boy, bring it here where they slump folks Dizzy with the cartridge and, ready on your marks, you spin Barks from the dogs got they hands shakin' like Parkinson's Feel me? [Chorus: 50 Cent] You know for sure we ain't playin' When you hear us sayin', "It's a Queens thing mayne" If ya ask us what zip we claim Or what hood we from, we say, "Queens! Queens! Queens!" [Verse 5: Tony Yayo] My seat laid back, finger on the trigger Tints on the hooptie, listenin' to Thriller "Mama se, mama sa, ooh, ma coo sa" I got sixteen shots in my Ruger I put one in ya brain, ya medulla I'm in Southside Queens with my Luger I'll turn ya dreams into nightmares like Kruger But I'm not from Elm Street, I'm from Guy Brewer Yeah! [Chorus: 50 Cent] You know for sure we ain't playin' When you hear us sayin', "It's a Queens thing mayne" If ya ask us what zip we claim Or what hood we from, we say, "Queens! Queens! Queens!"