Lyrics:
We're the kings of rock now nigga, know-mean?
Queens Day, cash made on Hollis Ave
Q-B-O-R-O, nigga, makin niggas seem easy
Queens Day, cash
Yo, from Y.O. to Q.B., they bang this shit
Shaolin' boys, they bang them fifths
Thug niggas know the code, lock and load
Hit 'em in the head, watch
Uh (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Q.B. since 1933 (no doubt)
To '96 ('96, motherfucker)
Check the shit
('96, Escobar 600)
Check the shit
My mind set, son
Niggaz die for the street glory
Go to trial, get tried for each story
And each nigga got a story
And Q.B. the streets call me
So if you see me slippin',
now
This is what makes me, this is what I am
You can hate me now,(Q.B.) but I won't stop now (real niggas)
Cause I can't stop now, (Bravehearts)
now
This is what makes me, this is what I am
You can hate me now,(Q.B.) but I won't stop now (real niggas)
Cause I can't stop now, (Bravehearts)
freaking hot
I don't care how we win this swaggy fight
Every fighter is one of a kind
MR
The queen
MR
B-Q-I-B
B-Q-Y-M
B-Q-I-B
B-Q-Y-M
B-Q-I-B
fucked up, get fucked up
Q motherfucking be (q motherfucking b)
Q motherfucking be (q motherfucking b) and mr. magic
(q motherfucking be, q motherfucking
wear my leather shorts and a pseudo stance
We got a Freezer Party, we got a Freezer Party
We got a Winter Bar-B-Q, we got a Winter Bar-B-Q
Don't need
5% the windows where you do em at, Chino's tint
Chico got that glicko, he gon' get you gone faneto, bitch
Q be so retarded with that choppa, he goin'
wave
But we hoppin' on the B-Q-E
Doin' 90 on the B-Q-E
You could find me on the B-Q-E
Get behind me on the B-Q-E
(Ay, ay) Yeah, yeah, yeah, ay
[Angie Martinez]
Let's get it on it's Angie Mar' reportin live from the streets
From Y.O. to Philly and Harlem to Q.B.
When it drops it's game over,
You ain't from my hood, don't even rep q.b.
Nature moved to marcy
Man dick riding Nature, nothing else to say
Man Nature moved to Marcy
Back with ass
you're butt and it got back to me
Asking a Braveheart to get back your jewelry
You aint from my hood, don't even rep Q.B.
Nature moved to Marcy
Man
explode
Yo from Y.O. to Q.B. they bang this shit
Shaolin boys they bang them fifths
[Chorus]
Fuckin' cops ain't paid up nothin'
Yo you know we
41st Side, Q.B
Bringin it home, homie we got that
Don't ever try to stop my grind, 'cause in the meantime in between tyin my nine
Steady long, steady
see-muthafuckin' Murder,
Q.B., Gotti, and Mr. Magic
When we hit 'em we hit 'em hard you heard me
Chorus [Fiend] 2X
Don't cry now
Nigga, don't wine now
the infamous, Q.B. houses
Where niggaz stand out all night, and make thousands
What you rep?
(Iraq, where niggaz get buried
And we fight dirty, and stay
and of course Q.B. nigga rep
See you ain't hear me yet, Q.B. nigga
Fuck bein affiliate with, I'm official
Die with the initials on my chest
Be damned if I
Mor, mor ke na denie,
ti q be turn baro ke.
Mor, mor ke na denie,
ti q be turn baro ke.
A ja vanie,mehata mmm to pie,
meha tum tum ja pa menie.
den man som kallas Q.B.N den är lång,
en sån, som inte var deppad nån gång,
en man är ingen man om han inte kan gråta för kärlek,
livets stora gåta man
Yo, this is Nas with my Man DJ Clue
The Professional part two
Puttin' it down for you fake ass DJ's and shit like that
Straight outta Q.B
feat. Mobb Deep
Uh huh, yeah
Cluminati..
Q.B. (New Mobb Deep)
For the year 2G
(Best of Queens)
N****z know what the f*** I'm talkin bout
If
people just applied for apartments and got 'em
used to be rules to this game of hustlers and dealers
from Tommy guns to MAC Tens it's Q.B.'s newborn
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