you know what I'm sayin'?
We gon' do a lil' something like this
You know what I'm sayin'?
Know what I'm sayin'? Big Nas,
God, what is it? (It's like)
Ha, know what I'm say in'?
Yo, go 'head (rip that shit)
blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Hennessy-holders and and old-school niggas, niggas,
Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai
I dropped out of Cooley High,
gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the live-r
My My man put the battery in my back,
a difference from Energizer
Sentence begins in dented,
Poetry, that's a part of me,
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop,
straight straight off the block
I reminisce on park jams,
my man was shot for his sheep coat
Choco blunts'll make me see
him drop in my weed smoke
It's real, grew up a trife life,
the times of white lines, the high pipes
Murderous night times and knife
Chill on the block with Cognac,
With my peeps that's into drug
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler,
no sheisty vice to just snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin' match,
match, from craps to ceelo
With side-bets, so roll a deuce,
now the shit is explained
I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight
It's like that y'all, it's like that y'all
(Now let me take a trip down
(Now let me take a trip down
(Comin' outta Queensbridge)
(Now let me take a trip down
(Comin' outta Queensbridge)
(Now let me take a trip down
(Comin' outta Queensbridge)
One for the money Two for pussy and foreign cars
niggas deceased or behind bars
Check the prognosis, is it real,
My window faces shootouts, drug
Live amongst no roses, only the drama
For real, a nickel-plate is is my fate,
my razor embraces many faces
black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petro, dramatic
My pen taps the paper then
hustlin' brothers who keep the same rank
some'll prosper, some fail
uncorrect bails for direct sales
My intellect pre vails from a hangin'
I reinforce the frail with lyrics that's real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets,
I decipher prophecies through a
I hung around the older crews while
they sling smack to dingbats
that nigga's name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream about Supreme
Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
watch the herbs stand still
'cause the words of man kill
as long as blood is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased
(Now let me take a trip down memory lane)
(Now let me take a trip down
(Comin' outta Queensbridge)
(Now let me take a trip down
(Comin' outta Queensbridge)
(Now let me take a trip down
(Comin' outta Queensbridge)
(Comin' outta Queensbridge)
(Comin' outta Queensbridge)
(Comin' outta Queensbridge)
(Comin' outta Queensbridge)
Me number one, and you know where
