Queens

[Verse 1 : N.O.R.E.]

I used to cook it by the stove wearing a white robe

Green money that'll fold, crack sales had slowed

I was told hoes exposed stay on their toes

Drug dealer money froze, stashed right in his nose

Shot friends that was bros, crossed the street code

Opportunist, yeah we're cool but ain't the newest

Dropped out of school but knew I should've pursued this

Action affirmative, observative

You vs me, that's cool we call it murder biz

So tell 'em what it's supposed to be

You can't front on me gripping on rosary

Yeah... you see our actions is backed off

When we back off we let that mac off

Tell them niggas vamous and watch 'em back off

[Verse 2 : Royal Flush]

I'm always in the trap getting packs off

I got tonnes of the coke, you selling bath salts

Come through in a Porsche with a bad broad

'Cause every time I get dressed I rip tags off

The type of bitches that I fuck you need a passport

'Cause you the broke niggas saying it's your man fault

But that's what happens when you running for a hand off

You keep it real when you visit niggas up north

Me and N.O.R.E. getting high in a G4

Your wife say it's work, it's really just a day off

I'm a boss in these streets, you getting laid off

And the jewellery on my neck, you thought I play ball

Look you in your face nigga, who's soft?

Coke get delivered on a U-Haul

You got famous getting smacked on World Star

Nigga that's your girl car

Nigga that's your girl house

And I can make this bitch kick you the fuck out

[Verse 3 : Nature]

On your mark, get ready, set, go

All city, Nate rep the metro

Kind of nigga that get drunk and stay lit

Straight killing I increase the death toll

Still getting texts from ex hoes

Like what up stranger and x o's

I only fuck with Whatsapp and Snapchat

Fake niggas get slapped up and clapped at

To the coroner, fresh bags of toe tags

Competition crack like it's snow craft

Then it's back to Queens to get more guns

We like Harlem Nights shooting a small gun

Bullets busting through the glass of the store front

And when it's time for bail the boss cough up

No matter if it's cash or cheque

We peel fast and we usually keep cash on deck

[Verse 4 : Kool G Rap]

Slum vandal, hand on a gun handle

And these streets so deep right to the slums manhole

Fiends run up, come get it I bump samples

Made the block so hot niggas done brung camels

Corners pop off [?] some candles

Play with your life you're losing in one gamble

Never forseen to be the leader of a drug market

Swimming in a green crib with the plush carpet

Life ain't peaches and cream, it's a tough harvest

You need a gun harness, you need a cut artist

You need a little some part of it and bus chartered

You need the cut gardens

You need to get your hands dirty, either touch garbage

You need a tough squadron, you need to buck targets

You need a team of killers, you gotta clean the scrilla

Stream by the villa, we get up, Queens the pillar my nigga