Killa Queens Songtext / Lyric

f/ NOYD, Prodigy (Mobb Deep)



Yeah Yeah, Yeah, grab the pump pump (yeah)

It's on we 'bout to thump thump






[NOYD verse]

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

Niggas don't want it

Debate to the G's and the west all on it

We all flaunt it guns & chicks

And all my thuns rhyme holding their dicks

With a nine on their side from hip to hip

You know the mobb niggas is sick and stay bent

Twist it get right, me and my guns is tight

And we both heated when the funds aint right

Because we know someone getting stuck tonight

Before I crash I'm a fuck me some ass tonight

With a pocket full of dough

The bottle of the dro

With dreams of fucking some R&B hoe

They call me N-O-Y-D baby

From QB baby don't hate me

We live, I rep Queens



[Chorus: repeat 2X]

NOYD: Queens!

Godfather: Where niggas they get caught up in between guns

NOYD: Queens!

Godfather: Casino cash, cream killa Queens thun

NOYD: Queens!

Godfather: Where I live, what I rep

NOYD: QB thun, Queens!

Godfather: The Mobb rep

NOYD: Queens!

Godfather: You know we rep



[Ty Knitty verse]

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

Niggas 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 niggas 'gon feel it

The hood is running wild

Every clique 'gon throw it up

Y'all know what up

Queens don't give a fuck



[Chorus 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 niggas up north doing bids



[Prodigy of Mobb Deep verse]

Thun we'll stop your shine, we Queens niggas

Plus my Bed-Stuy niggas will shoot up your medinas

We the black entrepenuers 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 shit

You better walk with security my niggas dump clips

Catch you with your rap clique, and beat the shit 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 fuck for what projects you ride for

We got dogs out there and we not scared

Nigga I'm not the one, we not the team

Matter fact don't even wirte me back see me in the streets

See me at the next show

Catch me at the club

We terrorize y'all niggas thun



[Chorus 4X]