Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Queens Finest, artist - Capone-N-Noreaga. Album song The Reunion, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.11.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tommy Boy
Song language: English
Queens Finest |
Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, check it out |
Niggas know, niggas know where we comin from |
And it’s gon' go down like this. |
Yo, I gots no name, I cause pain, people’ll cry |
My size vary at the murder scenes, homocide bag me |
Try to trace me back to my leader |
I put niggas in chairs to pine boxes way up under the stairs |
Niggas use red dots, make me follow they path |
I hit cops, they be raw, tip is ten thou' cash |
I’m metamorphic, I’m forced to switch |
Dum-dums to hollow tips; |
unfortunate, you can buy me legit |
I get heated when I seperate my shell |
With the pin in my back, I bang like (?) I got some nerve |
They jam right? |
But I still get respect and heard |
I hit niggas legs for fame, my lead through, shit in the game |
I leave a red stain whenever I’m sprayin |
I’m known as the B-U-double-L-E-T, and S-L-U-G |
Enough’ll make you D-I-E, Queens Finest (yeah yeah) |
Yo stolen car -- top down, on point -- real route |
Set it off -- thug it out, pull a heist -- peel out |
Fingerprints -- ain’t none, black mask -- no face |
Cash flow -- no sweat, Jakes come -- no trace |
Aiyyo fuck these niggas let’s ride on these niggas |
It’s so simple Dunn I’m down and don’t fuck around |
Comb the hood, in two black Excursions |
Lookin for this nigga so we can merc him |
Parked in front of his building for like two hours |
Been around the corner for a few hours |
Came back, there he go, let’s go, that nigga ours |
Hopped out the truck, went right at the coward |
The gun showers, rain on these niggas they frontin |
He didn’t even saw it comin. |
Hopped back up in the trucks, light the tree back up |
I need that Dunn, havin to deal, with these fake niggas |
And fake bitches, give me that Dutch, it’s never enough |
Niggas O.D. |
off of us (Queens Finest) |
It’s never enough, bitches O.D. |
off of us (yeah yeah) |
Whaaaat? |
Can I rap, can I rap? |
We keep it under, no rotunda, with the fully thunder |
Mad traffic, and I still buddy whack it |
Put your name on the affadavit |
Just to save it, the project ghetto favorite |
Laundry mat trap, the Yacub and the rat |
Bill Clinton of the ghetto, respect my name |
Tecs and 'caine, the rains nearly stretched the lane |
Ridiculous, how my shit spit, fake fishes |
Non-religious, Christians won’t pay visits |
Fast for a month, and mix a lot in the trunk |
Ice fuckin full of skunk, double barrel of pump |
Kick rhymes like priests, I’m a golden boy |
I got a brand new whip, and it’s stolen boy |
Fiends love me, they see I’m still holdin void |
(Queens Finest, yeah yeah, Queens Finest, yeah yeah) |
Watch me flow, a nigga like me all about dough |
Bonin' your ho, and have her hard to find like 'dro |
You know we Range Rov', come through, tinted lay low |
But most of these niggas don’t show 'til ya blow |
Don’t, wanna come through Queens, if shorty act stank |
Be like, «Mami won’t you meet me halfway?» |
Shook cause the crooked side done took a long trip |
Niggas on point runnin the gauntlet, fuck with |
Niggas that heartless, picture me, you carcas |
CNN Mobb shit, don’t let us start to plot shit |
Chill Dunn I got this, better learn from what I spit |
Hail what the God kick, bow to what this nigga live |
Bunch of dead niggas get hit when they reneg' |
Like it’s hard to find your fuckin crib |
I be up in the cut, in the bushes, pick up |
Last from where you took it, you hit? |
Now I’m good kid |
Queens Finest. |
and got the whole click behind us. |
Yeah yeah. |
Queens Finest. |
and got the whole click behind us. |
Yeah yeah. |
Queens Finest. |
lefrak. |
Queens Finest. |
and Q. B |
Queens Finest. |
Jamaica. |
Queens Finest. |
and all over. |