Q.U Anthem lyrics

by

Pete Rock


Intro: (G5 Elz)

Yo UPN drop that sh*t !

Verse 1

Queens native
Rap legislative
Flow orchestrated
Leave mics mutated
Crews segregated
When my skills are demonstrated
Raise hell like
Riker's cages
Speakers get annihilated
Jamaica Ave
2-2's in your pell jack
If not you getting lined
Like Adidas track jack
Black Tim's
Black mask
Black gloves
Black Mag
Cross the 59th street bridge
Get duck taped fast
No walk outs
Just chalked out
Homicide body bags
Welcome to cop Killa queens
Spit on a Sargent badge
Bema Benz or bentley
Trains busses And dollar cabs
Queens get the money
Long time no cash
From chasing grams
To chase check Scams
Poppin six digit AC's
Poppa wheely on Av's
Suzuki's Yamaha Kawasaki
Red bottoms and
Fly leathers
Queens bike stars is too c*cky !

(Hook): G5 Elz

This goes out
Queens the foundation (x4)

Put ur hands that you shoot wit count ur loot wit (x3)

This the anthem.... put your damn hands up


Verse 2
Queens fashionista
Banging out a Visa
Price tag amnesia
Aura on Easter
Wit a Mona Lisa
Rose by the liter
Air full of reefer
Waves tide my dark Cesar
South Jamaica nights
QB trife life
Heists in the heights
Over white
Streets ignite
Like dynamite
From JFK to LGA
Catch a GTA
On the RFK
D.O.A in L.I.J
Baisley project buildings
Alpha code dealing
Rolls Royce pealing
Preme team made millions
Nudie suits
Tim boots
Lex jeeps coupes
Peace to 40p A.Q
And the Lefrak troops
Catch you for ya sneaks
Midnight release
Mikes and Foam P's
Better Guard ya feet
King of the court
Tourney
Is8
Or OCP
Poppi's In corona
Move more keys
Than doe ray me
Queens never sleeps
Habitat villains and creeps
Plaza freaks
T&T sweeps
Triple beam dreams
Land of the dealers
Killers
100 dollar billers
Real Queens n*ggas ain't got no feelings



(Hook): G5 Elz

This goes out
Queens the foundation (x4)

Put ur hands that you shoot wit count ur loot wit (x3)

This the anthem.... put your damn hands up


Verse 3

I'm from queens
But never was a fan of the mets
Pop checks
To Stay fresh
Polo horse on my chest
Billy's jeans flare my nike checks
Grand and better dice bets
We don't play debt
Hyperthermic needle to ya neck
Survival of the fittest
In a NY minute
Committed
To Knock off
A outta towner fitted
Cler's in the winter
Polo down all summer
On my feet the latest nikes
Or mikes by the number
Peach Ciroc cups
Lemon chick
Lemon Lime dutch
Big apple tough
Macs in the pad
No apple stuff
School of hard knock crooks
Getting money off the books
To keep checks on
Their right and left foot
Right and left hooks
Not in queens there's no fair ones
There's war going on outside
No man is safe from
Farrock slums
To QB duns
It's no problem
The foundation
Where's I'm from


(Hook): G5 Elz

This goes out
Queens the foundation (x4)

Put ur hands that you shoot wit count ur loot wit (x3)

This the anthem.... put your damn hands up

Q.U

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