Tonalité : Bb minor
Verse 1
Bbm
What on earth am I gonna do?
Am I gonna do?
Am I gonna do?
You hear the
New
York slang and the way the beats bang
They tore up the parks where
we used to hang
Cocaine slang and these
just scoop my ride
I'm trying to get out this game like
Priests from
Superfly
And I be the
N -O -I -D, 4 -5 on my side, nigga, reppin'
QB
Please believe it, don't
stand for quarterback
If anything, I'm a shooter like
Hortisek
On the block where the corners at,
I put em on the rap
I roll with killer gorillas and
they was born to clap
Yap your dangle, strangle your mistress
Db
Infamous, we kidnap the witness
Bbm
We get chicks, sit back,
tell me and demand respect
I get a chick, get her bent,
get her panties wet
Give her a chance to tell
her friends just how good I suck
I get him pony,
have him on me, then he know what's next
We throw him in your navvy,
we throw him back brandy
So when we get him in the telly,
they gon' throw it at me
In the city view,
Long
Island
City, dude
Db
Stick and move and grip on they titties,
Bbm
Y 'all know how we do,
we gon' eat your food
On these beats by rule, I'm from
Queens, me
Y 'all know how we do,
we gon' eat your food
On these beats by rule, I'm from
Db
Queens, me too
Ab
Bbm
Whoever wanna bang, we can do it, man,
you dudes, we like sugar cane
Better get a
Glock, cause I don't buy nine,
sugar shane
Way about a buck and change,
but it's really no thang
You goin' down,
won't you hear the sound of what I'm holdin'?
Gold rings like flashin' high beams
Draw white lines on the minds
of my fiends
Proud of y 'all, but livin',
dyin' side queens
Dipped on the flashin'
lights and side rings
Nah, I mean, they comin', we runnin',
we boatin', we not gettin' caught
They stuntin', we barkin',
fuckin', we not goin' to court
No judges, no lawyers, no bills,
fuck what you thought
If runnin' for
J, gettin' caked, to me it's a sport
It's the life you bought,
you want life support
Do you feel
Jesus' pain when you ice your cross?
Get sliced by the cross, your face,
I just lost the case
Metanoid, split -bound, we coordinate
You suicidal, or are you insane?
Consessing my gangstas like
a gun in your brain
Homie, all you hear is click,
then you hear the bang -bang
It's
Ab
Big
Lloyd and
Trez, reppin'
Db
Queens, nah, I mean
Bbm
Y 'all know how we do
We gon' eat your food
On these beats, by rule
I'm from
Queens, me too
Y 'all know how we do
We gon' eat your food
On these beats by
Roo
I'm from
Db
Ab
Queens, me too
W -W -W -Street
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