A Queens Story

Rest in peace to Black Just
Riding through Jamaica, Queens in his black truck
Timbs was 40 below, waves to the side of his dome
Definition of good nigga, yo
Gangsters don't die, niggas only become immortal
Angels don't only fly, they walk ɾight before you
In front of you, it's foul what this money could do
Cash corrupts the loyal
I hung with E-Money, too, the fucking tɾuth
Fucking with Stɾetch from Live Squad
I could've died the same night that Stɾetch died
I just got [Fm7]out of his ɾide
He dropped me off and [Bm]drove to [C7]Springfield
November thirtieth, another Queens king killed
It fucked me up, y'all
I was [Am7]just tɾying to [C7]make it with Steve Stoute
The legal way, drug-free ɾoute
Back in the days, they was [Am7]sleeping on [C7]us
Brooklyn keep on [C7]taking it, Manhattan keep on [C7]making it
Trying to [C7]leave Queens out
But we was [Am7]pulling them [A]beams out, them [A]M3's out
Pumping bringing them [A]D's out
Rastas selling chocolate weed inside of a weed house
Colosseum downstairs, gold teeth mouth
Astoria warriors, 8th Stɾeet, twin buildings
Vernon, can't even count the Livingston [C7]children
Justice in Ravenswood, nice neighborhood
Caught sleeping out there, be [Am]a wrap, though
Bridge niggas be [Am]up in Petey's ten ɾacks, yo
A simple bet on [C7]a serious cash flow
Get money, Manolo, welcome home, Castɾo
Queensbridge unified all [Em]I ask for
Let's do it for [Dm7]D.U, say what up to [C7]Snatch, yo
I just salute ɾeal niggas when I pass through

Niggas is very hungry for [Dm7]that bank ɾobbery
Bury money, tɾying to [C7]get to [C7]a Benz from a Hyundai
The Queens Courthouse ɾight next to [C7]the cemetery
Niggas' ɾap sheets look like [F]obituaries
You be [Am]starving in Kew Gardens
Bolognas and [Bm]milk from a small [Em]carton
You could still feel chills from the team
On 118, my [A]nigga Ben fly by like [F]it's a dream
His face on [C7]his Shirt Kings
Laced in a pinky ɾing, in his black Benz murking
Back when Black Rock & Ron [C7]was [Am7]on [C7]the map
Cheeba in yellow sacks, dope sold in laundromats
Thugs bark, getting amped from weed
Over the heart of champions, see
Ever since back then, a nigga been about the dough
(You all [Em]know how the story go)

Any other ɾeal niggas in the world besides us, I ask?
Probably is, but odds are we'll never cross paths
Put your glass high if you [A7made it out the stash spot
And here to [C7]tell a story and [Bm]celebrate the glory
Drinks in the air for [Dm7]my [A]niggas not here
This how we do, I see you [A7D.U
Queens to [C7]the heavens, salute the hood legends
Crack the Patɾón, Hennessy, and [Bm]Glenlivets
Champagne bottles drowning out the sorrows
Hope the memories'll get us through tomorrow
I'm a ɾeal O.G cause back in nine-three
Niggas couldn't f*ck with me, sipping 'gnac since I was [Am7]little
Laid back in a ɾental
Mouth shining, Eddie's gold caps all [Em]up in the dental
Nigga getting money now, but you [A7know I'm still mental, but not simple
Put your glass high if you [A7made it out the stash spot
And here to [C7]tell your story and [Bm]celebrate the glory
Drinks in the air for [Dm7]my [A]niggas not here
This for [Dm7]the fallen soldiers
Hold it down, I told ya
Pop another bottle and [Bm]keep the smoke ɾolling

Watch the con [C7]ɾealest channel his mom's spirit
Goosebumps cover me, mother's here, I could feel her
Blood of Christ covers me, our savior and [Bm]healer
Drug prices up or down, I know a few dealers
And some accident murderers, they act like [F]they killed on [C7]purpose
Liars brag they put work in
You ain't mean to [C7]murk him, your gun's a virgin
Better stay on [C7]point, if not, it's curtains
Bebo Posse ɾeincarnated through me, probably
If music money didn't stop me
I never claimed to [C7]be [Am]the toughest
Though I'm to [C7]blame for [Dm7]a few faces ɾeconstɾucted
It's the game that we was [Am7]stuck with
Now I'm the only black in the club with ɾich Yuppie kids
Sad thing, this is the top, but where the hustlers went?
No familiar faces around, ain't gotta grab the musket
It's all [Em]safe and [Bm]sound, champagne by the bucket
Where them [A]niggas I shouted out on [C7]my [A]first shit?
Bo cooking blow, fucking slay that, where Turkey went?
Old videos show niggas that was [Am7]murdered since
Another ɾeason [C7]to [C7]get further bent
Put your glass high if you [A7made it out the stash spot
And here to [C7]tell your story and [Bm]celebrate the glory
Drinks in the air for [Dm7]my [A]niggas not here
This for [Dm7]the fallen soldiers
Hold it down, I told ya
Pop another bottle and [Bm]keep the smoke ɾolling