Queens

Lyrics

[Intro: Noreaga] Outlaw, Outlaw Uhh-uhh – yo, give me some of that haze, man, that purple haze I don't wanna smoke that fucking haze wit' this wood no more Hydro... shit got my hydro tasting like smydro I'ma smoke a straight haze right now (Straight haze) 'Pone, roll up there, ya heard me? Yo, slime, roll up there, ya heard me? Okay, slime It's like this, yo... [Verse 1: Noreaga] Yo, yo, "Blood Money" is the anthem, it's never a myth I smoke weed and I get drunk, and ride with gifts If I don't roll, then my nigga Baby, he just twist He rolls Phillies and he busts the big the four-fifth See shit change, because I normally came On the R train, now me and 5 in the Range We used to twist Phillies and fuck hoes, switch cars and trade guns Them Queens niggas, then we landed in the millions Iraq and the Bridge, the only difference is the buildings The same crime rates and the same damn killings A slice of pizza, and quarter water of juice But now I'm Carhartt, and bullet-proof is under my goose And go to hell to that nigga that snitched on Deuce The curly-haired 'fro, I cut my hair, but my beard grow Yo, where my beers go? Send them right here, yo Yo, party's over, tell the rest of the crew Stash the drugs, the guns go to section two See me, all my life, yo, I had to sell drugs While you grew up with straight nerds, I grew up with thugs While you grew up with straight nerds, I grew up with thugs [Chorus: Complexions] Through the test of time, I strive to get my shine Upon them lives, slanging rocks, 'cause the world is mine I look out for you, and you look out for me And we hold it down, you just wait and see Platinum chains and Carti' frames and jewels Now these broke niggas start to act a fool Don't you know Thugged Out straight eat ya food We keep guns on our sides, you know how dunn thugs do 'Cause I'll be there with my thugs I'll be right here, waiting on you [Verse 2: Capone] For my niggas who bust pies The customized 5's To the vials, to the railroaded trials, I cuss cops Enough shots and any generation I spit dead, a plot in the making I ride for every thug in the basement My soul is cuffed to the corner, every gate, every card table Every 'Welcome to the hood' sign Batting good times It's on, over the projects, a dark cloud, one-sided 'Til death, bitches burning in gossip It's my turn to deposit The real, the logic, no college Just dollars and criminal knowledge Me and my co-D's pass row D's I flash mo' wheat, than cash Cody Keep the MAC on me When you stack, niggas act phony Shit in the ghetto, I spread love and shed blood Never swear to a dead thug My name should be brought up in fame, never said in vain Spread like a letter chain, in criminal slang [Chorus: Complexions] Through the test of time, I strive to get my shine Upon them lives, slanging rocks, 'cause the world is mine I look out for you, and you look out for me And we hold it down, you just wait and see Platinum chains and Carti' frames and jewels Now these broke niggas start to act a fool Don't you know Thugged Out straight eat ya food We keep guns on our sides, you know how dunn thugs do 'Cause I'll be there with my thugs I'll be right here, waiting on you