Capital Q

Lyrics

[Intro] What up, son? Queens Bridge, nigga. Capital Q, capital B. Infamous Mobb, nigga. Reality Rap. What up? [Verse 1] What up, dun? Them niggas ain't ready for twin Couldn't even imagine all the shit I'm in I got niggas right now that's trying to kill me I'm a hustler, every hood got's to feel me QB, I'm a rapper for life Only one thing when it comes to money, I'm tight I got connections in jail, send my brothers a kite They cut your head off if I'm wrong or right Let your bitch keep looking, I'ma give her the pipe Infamous be the clique, all my niggas is tight, right? I'm off the chain, chicks calling my name Run a little game, just to get some fame It's like that, one way or another, we gon' get it And when we talking shit, homeboy, we done did it, we official Straight from QB, what's poppin'? Gonna start cockin', somebody droppin' [Hook] Capital Q, capital B, straight from the belly of the beast, 24/7 that beef Capital Q, capital B, straight from the belly of the beast, 24/7 that beef [Verse 2] Call me the medicine man Used to grind on the block going hand-to-hand Now I grind on wax like I'm slinging them grams I'm that G with the master plan Collect grams and expand through the network Understand that my sec work, my expertise Write rhymes like these, keep a bad bitch touching her feet I tilt sideways, built from the bottom up nobody can stop me I-M-3, let it be known We infamous, Mobbin' QB's own This touchdown, we home fresh out the box, gather the chrome We back in the New York zone [Hook] Capital Q, capital B, straight from the belly of the beast, 24/7 that beef Capital Q, capital B, straight from the belly of the beast, 24/7 that beef [Verse 3] I do a 1-8-7 on your bitch ass No face mask, raw dog, we got beef anyway Fuck you nigga and your whole goddamn clique Loadin' up them clips, it's time to flip IM3, black panties, unlimited hammers, trust me All our drama gon' get dealt with, faggot All the years we suffered, now we gon' let y'all have it It's gon' be a good look when the shoe is on the other foot Now we all guaped up, my whole clique in the door Quarter pound of that fresh when we be on tour Yeah, we takin' the hood, smashin' the mixtapes Purple in that kush, yeah, life is great Anywhere the God land, you know I'm the man Champ hoodies laced up, what up lil' scrams Straight from the belly of the beast, nothin' sweet First nigga, move the gang, lift it off their feet [Hook] x2 Capital Q, capital B, straight from the belly of the beast, 24/7 that beef Capital Q, capital B, straight from the belly of the beast, 24/7 that beef