Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Queens Is, artist - LL COOL J. Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
Queens Is |
| Hit that nigga, man, fuck these niggas |
| Straight up, all y’all niggas |
| Yo, Yo Queens got the vets *click*) |
| (Killa Queens, killa killa Queens) |
| Queens be the best *click* |
| (Killa Queens, killa killa Queens) |
| Queens take ya heads *click* |
| (Killa Queens, killa killa Queens) |
| Queens be the vets *click* |
| (Killa Queens, killa killa Queens) |
| Uhh, Yeah, Yeah, Uh huh, 'Cord this shit |
| 'Cuz I’m bout to practice this shit |
| I’m here to crack ya cat’s skulls open |
| Fuck ya head up, more than that bullshit ya smokin' |
| Niggas buzz you in the door, but I blew it open |
| Ya rhymes is trash, that verse aint worth the token |
| Try to hop this, monotonous, murderous thoughts |
| When I’m plottin this, overthrow the government |
| Burn the whole metropolis |
| Lyrical warfare, hip-hip apocalypse |
| Strap devils to the chairs |
| Start shockin shit, Q U, I chew through |
| We could battle in the projects and give or take the clue |
| Flex could take one, too |
| The wait, I’m supplyin' |
| My crew pop they iron from? |
| HTM? |
| to the peaks of Mount Zion |
| I’m ready for the showdown |
| Mention my name, cowboy, watch it go down |
| I blow through your clique like hurricane Floyd |
| Keep rappers paranoid, kept your bodies in the game |
| Is something I can’t avoid |
| Shit get tricky like Zigfried and Roy |
| I seek and destroy |
| Uhh, turn me up a little |
| I’m a blaze yall niggas and represent queens |
| Run up in ya cribs, fill ya tubs qwith gasoline |
| Smash ya plaques, tie ya arms back |
| What’s ya worse nightmare, Black? |
| I’m beyond that |
| The mic how I strike it, got 'em dialin’psychics |
| Roll with minds, don’t give a fuck if you don’t like it With niggas that’s invited without recited ignited |
| It burn madd slow and that’s why — easy to light it Me and the ghettos reunited, all the broads is excited |
| Your ass looks stupid tryna fight it You wanna get your ass smacked up So you can dig into the stash that I stacked up But when my Queens niggas flashed, then you backed up Keep my dogs fed, so they can shit when niggas act up It's |
| the L nigga dot com, dot hot lead red dot on your head, Be And the rappers you idolized, that idolized me I walk in the spot, niggas part like the Red Sea |
| And Todd sharper horrors, we battle to the death |
| Tonight there’s no tomorrow |
| I’m out for revenege, like rebels in Nicaragua |
| But I can take it farther |
| Travel back in time, fill ya baby bottle with lava |
| Fucker, yo, aiyyo |
| This is how we put it down, this is Veteran’s Day |
| We work hard so we can play hard and push them big things |
| Persistant, we keep comin’like some nigs |
| Droppin albums, every few years we rich |
| We the best, we the vets |
| We do this for the love, we thirst for that street shit |
| It’s P, nigga, check my record, it’s flawless |
| Do the knowledge to the chorus |
| Yeah ya fuckin’right |
| While I was raised on my fuckin’life |
| I did my time on them corners, now I lead the fuckin’life |
| Large dollars, guns and ice |
| Is nothin’you know my weight and the price of it You know how the Q dogs do cousin |
| We don’t follow trends, we set those, so get up on it |
| (So get up on it) |