QBG

Lyrics

[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!