QBG

[Intro: Prodigy & Funkmaster Flex]

PRODIGY, KOOL G RAP!

Nigga, I got cash, nigga

I'll have you tooken care of real quick

I ain't wettin' that

[Chorus: Prodigy]

Yo, what's the deal? You a thug or what?

We cut you up, nigga, we'll fuck you up

What be the drill? We the Queens gangstas

Infamous Mobbstas, you a wanksta

Yo, what's the deal? You a thug or what?

We cut you up, nigga, we'll fuck you up

What be the drill? See, we the Queens gangstas

Infamous Mobbstas, you a wanksta

[Verse 1: Prodigy]

See, it's like – twenty-inch wheels

We pull off lots with the newest hot shit, we so ill

Spend hundreds on our meals

Thousands on our outfits, half a mil' on the houses

For thrills, fuck women in they high heels

'Til they max out and pass out from how it feel

My niggas win their appeals (Why?)

'Cause high-paid lawyers get broke wit' big bills

Stash boxes conceal the big mills

So if we got problems, somebody get killed

And that's how it is, there's nothing you can do about it

Dead men tell no tales

And if you think a nigga gon' squeal, put up his bail

And twist that nigga when he touch down, huh

For real, I don't need no shells

I got guns – and them shits peel, y'all best chill

[Chorus: Prodigy]

What's the deal? You a thug or what?

We cut you up, nigga, we'll fuck you up

What be the drill? See, we the Queens gangstas

Infamous Mobbstas, you a wanksta

Yo, what's the deal? You a thug or what?

We cut you up, nigga, we'll fuck you up

Yeah, what be the drill? See, we the Queens gangstas

Infamous Mobbstas, you a wanksta

[Verse 2: Kool G Rap]

I'm grown from blastin'

You cartoon goons, wit' no room for ration

Flippin' the soonest fashion

Move and the room is flashin'

Sent to your tomb wit' a bashin'

Zoom-in the action, doom wit' a MAC 10

Neighbors tune into the booms when I clap at their men

But I ain't goin back to the pen'

You witness me, nigga, I'm clappin' again

Knock your brain right on your rap friend's lap, and

Make 'em crawl out the back of the Benz like Jacqueline

FBI, we bafflin'

Grab the straps, get to gafflin'

BGF Click – nigga, we rep shit, respect it

Before your whole squad get deflected when TECs spits

Leave you runnin' wit' chest hits, red drips

Fallin' like rain drops, when them things pop

We bang Glocks, like we coming from Bangkok

Make your pain stop

Aim, cock, flame at your top, 'til your frame drop

You and your dame in the lot, fell on a strange block

[Chorus: Prodigy]

Yo, what's the deal? You a thug or what?

We cut you up, nigga, we'll fuck you up

What be the drill? See, we the Queens gangstas

Infamous Mobbstas, you a wanksta

Yo, what's the deal? Nigga, you a thug or what?

We cut you up, man, we'll fuck you up

What be the drill? See, we the Queens gangstas

Infamous Mobbstas, you a wanksta

Yo, what's the deal? Yo, you a thug or what?

We cut you up, nigga, we'll fuck you up

Man, what be the drill? See, we the Queens gangstas

Infamous Mobbstas, you a wanksta

Yo, what's the deal? Nigga, you a thug or what?

We cut you up, man, we'll fuck you up

What be the drill? See, we the Queens gangstas

Infamous Mobbstas, you a wanksta – nigga!