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