Killa Queens lyrics

Yeah Yeah, Yeah, grab the pump pump (yeah)
It's on we 'bout to thump thump

[Verse 1: Big Noyd]
Well if I jump I feel bad luck upon me
Make me grab my pump and call my Brook-Lyn army
We buy QB to NC
n*ggas don't want it
Debate to the G's and the west all on it
We all flaunt it guns & chicks
And all my duns rhyme holding their di*ks
With a nine on their side from hip to hip
You know the mobb n*ggas is sick and stay bent
Twist it get right, me and my guns is tight
And we both heated when the funds ain't right
Because we know someone getting stuck tonight
Before I crash I'm a f*ck me some ass tonight
With a pocket full of dough
The bottle of the dro
With dreams of f*cking some R&B ho
They call me N-O-Y-D baby
From QB baby don't hate me
We live, I rep Queens

[Hook: repeat 2X]
NOYD: Queens!
Godfather: Where n*ggas they get caught up in between guns
NOYD: Queens!
Godfather: Casino cash, cream killa Queens dun
NOYD: Queens!
Godfather: Where I live, what I rep
NOYD: QB dun, Queens!
Godfather: The Mobb rep
NOYD: Queens!
Godfather: You know we rep
[Verse 2: Ty Nitty]
I blow dro in Q-boro
Ain't nothing change same boro
Just more places now
I'm tatooed up now
Still rep 41st, 'til I be put up in the hearst (you heard?)
Even after that yo my daughter and my son 'gon live on
7, 1, 8 zip code triple 1, O,1
A yo its queens, money, whips and fiends
Bald heads and fades, du rags and waves
Can't forget about braids
n*ggas don't rock like us
Ain't no hood like us
A yo I rep QB 'til I R.I.P
96 buildings 6 blocks in QB
Everyday is like a movie, so you know we had to pursuit it
First joint "murda muzik"
A yo y'all n*ggas 'gon feel it
The hood is running wild
Every clique 'gon throw it up
Y'all know what up
Queens don't give a f*ck

[Hook 2X]

[Twin Gambino verse]
Queensbridge, and thats how it is
If I can't I get you I'm a bring it to your kids
Your moms, whatever it takes to strike back
I'll be waiting in your crib with the mack
Black gloves, no mask so you can see my face
And realize QB ain't playing no games
We think long range
So we can ride for the kids
And look out for my n*ggas up north doing bids
[Prodigy of Mobb Deep verse]
Thun we'll stop your shine, we Queens n*ggas
Plus my Bed-Stuy n*ggas will shoot up your medinas
We the black entrepreneurs we the black mobb
I told you it was more real than words can muster
I see you faggots don't listen wanna bite my sh*t
You better walk with security my n*ggas dump clips
Catch you with your rap clique, and beat the sh*t out y'all
You could have a 30 deep entourage
You could have guns galore, shanks and more
We can bang to the EMS come and haul us off
I could give a f*ck for what projects you ride for
We got dogs out there and we not scared
n*gga I'm not the one, we not the team
Matter fact don't even write me back see me in the streets
See me at the next show
Catch me at the club
We terrorize y'all n*ggas dun

[Hook 4X]