《A Queens Story》歌词

[00:00:01] A Queens Story-Nas

[00:00:24] Rest in peace, the black Jus

[00:00:26] Ride up to Jamaica Queens in this black truck

[00:00:28] Tim’s was 40 bellow wave to the side of his dome, definition of good nigga yo

[00:00:31] Gangstas don't die, niggas only become immortal

[00:00:35] Angels no longer fly, they walk right before you

[00:00:37] In front of you, it's foul what this honey could do

[00:00:40] Cash corrupts the loyal

[00:00:41] I hung with E-Money too, the fuckin' truth

[00:00:43] There was Stretch from my squad

[00:00:45] I could've died the same night that Stretch died

[00:00:46] I just got out of his ride

[00:00:47] He dropped me off then drove to Springfield

[00:00:49] November 30th another Queens king killed

[00:00:50] It fucked me up y'all

[00:00:51] I was just tryin' to make it with Steve Stoute

[00:00:54] The legal way, drug-free route

[00:00:56] Back in the days they was sleepin' on us

[00:00:58] Brooklyn keep on takin' it, Manhattan keep on makin' it

[00:00:59] Tryna leave Queens out

[00:01:01] Though we was pullin’ them beans out, them M3’s out

[00:01:03] Poppin’, bringin’ them D’s out

[00:01:04] Rastas sellin’ chocolate weed inside of a weed house

[00:01:07] Coliseum down stairs, gold teeth mouth

[00:01:10] A story of warriors, 8 street, twin buildings

[00:01:13] Vernon can’t even count the letters to his children

[00:01:15] Justice and ravens would, nice neighborhood

[00:01:18] Cuz sleepin’ out there be a rapto

[00:01:20] Bridge niggas, be up in Petey’s 10 racks yo

[00:01:23] A simple bet on a serious cash flow

[00:01:25] Get money Manolo, welcome home Castro

[00:01:28] Queen bridge unified all out ass for

[00:01:30] Let’s do it for DU, say what up the stacks yo

[00:01:32] I just salute real niggas when I pass through

[00:01:39] Niggas is very hungry for that bank robbery

[00:01:42] Buried money, tryin’ to get to a Benz from a Hyundai

[00:01:44] The Queens courthouse right next to the cemetery

[00:01:48] Niggas rap sheets look like obituaries

[00:01:49] You be starvin’ in cute gardens

[00:01:51] Baloneys and milk from a small carton

[00:01:53] You could still feel chill some team

[00:01:57] Our one A team, my nigga been fly by like it’s a dream

[00:01:58] His face on his shirt kings laced in a pinky ring and his black Benz murkin’

[00:02:02] Back when black rockin’ robbers on the map

[00:02:06] Chiva in yellow shacks, dope sold in laundry mats

[00:02:08] Thugs barkin’, amped from weed only the heart of champions see

[00:02:12] Ever since back then a nigga been about the dough

[00:02:16] Do you all know how the story go?

[00:02:18] Go go go go go go go

[00:02:20] Do you all know how the story go?

[00:02:24] Do you all know how the story go?

[00:02:27] Go go go go go go go

[00:02:36] Any other real niggas in the world besides us I ask

[00:02:38] Probly is but all y’all will never cross paths

[00:02:41] Put your glass high if you made it out the stash spot

[00:02:44] Ain’t here to tell a story, let’s celebrate the glory

[00:02:46] Drinks in the air for my niggas not here

[00:02:49] This how we do, I see you DU

[00:02:51] Queens to the heavens, salute the hood legends

[00:02:54] Crack a Patron, Hennessey and Glen Levis

[00:02:56] Champagne bottles, droughting off the shadows

[00:02:58] Hope the memories will get us through tomorrow

[00:03:01] I’m a real OG cuz back in ’93 niggas couldn’t fuck with me

[00:03:04] Sippin’ y’all since I was little league

[00:03:05] Back in the rental, mouth shinin’ Eddie’s gold caps

[00:03:08] All up in the dental, nigga get money now but you know I’m still mental

[00:03:10] But now Sickle put your glass high if you made it out the stash spot

[00:03:13] Ain’t here to tell a story, let’s celebrate the glory

[00:03:16] Drinks in the air for my niggas not here

[00:03:19] This for the fallen soldiers, hold it down I told ya

[00:03:22] Pop another bottle and keep the smoke rollin’

[00:03:29] Watch the com rillaz channel his mom’s spirit

[00:03:31] Goose bumps cover me, mother’s here I could feel her

[00:03:34] Blood of Christ covers me, I will save the young healer

[00:03:36] Drugs prices up or down, I know a few dealers

[00:03:38] And some accident murderers, they act like they killed on purpose

[00:03:40] Liars brag, they put work in

[00:03:42] You ain’t here to murk him, your gun’s a virgin

[00:03:43] Better stay on point, if not, it’s curtains

[00:03:45] Beebo posy reincarnated through me probly

[00:03:50] And music money didn’t stop me

[00:03:52] I never claimed to be the toughest

[00:03:53] Though to blame for a few faces reconstructed

[00:03:56] It’s the game that we were stuck here

[00:03:58] Now I’m the only black in the club

[00:03:59] With rich yappy kids, sad thing

[00:04:00] This is the top, but where the hustlers went?

[00:04:02] No familiar faces around, ain’t gotta grab the musket

[00:04:04] It’s all safe and sound, champagne by the bucket

[00:04:06] Where the niggas I shouted out on my first shit?

[00:04:09] Roll, cookin’ blow fuckin’ slay that where turkey went

[00:04:12] Old videos from niggas that was murdered since

[00:04:14] Another reason to confer the bet

[00:04:16] Put your glass high if you made it out the stash spot

[00:04:18] Ain’t here to tell a story, let’s celebrate the glory

[00:04:21] Drinks in the air for my niggas not here

[00:04:24] This for the fallen soldiers, hold it down I told ya

[00:04:28] Pop another bottle and keep the smoke rollin’