queens finest

uh-huh

yeah

yeah

check it out

niggaz know

niggaz know where we comin from

and it's gon' go down like this. yo

i gots no name

i cause pain

people'll cry

my size vary at the murder scenes

homocide bag me

try to trace me back to my leader

i put niggaz in chairs to pine boxes way up under the stairs

niggaz use red dots

make me follow they path

i hit cops

they be raw

tip is ten thou' cash

i'm metamorphic

i'm forced to switch

dum-dums to hollow tips; unfortunate

you can buy me legit

i get heated when i seperate my shell

with the pin in my back

i bang like i got some nerve

they jam right? but i still get respect and heard

i hit niggaz legs for fame

my lead through

shit in the game

i leave a red stain whenever i'm sprayin

i'm known as the b-u-double-l-e-t

and s-l-u-g

enough'll make you d-i-e

queens finest

yo stolen car -- top down

on point -- real route

set it off -- thug it out

pull a heist -- peel out

fingerprints -- ain't none

black mask -- no face

cash flow -- no sweat

jakes come -- no trace

aiyyo fuck these niggaz let's ride on these niggaz

it's so simple dunn i'm down and don't fuck around

comb the hood

in two black excursions

lookin for this nigga so we can merc him

parked in front of his building for like two hours

been around the corner for a few hours

came back

there he go

let's go

that nigga ours

hopped out the truck

went right at the coward

the gun showers

rain on these niggaz they frontin

he didn't even saw it comin. hopped back up in the trucks

light the tree back up

i need that dunn

havin to deal

with these fake niggaz

and fake bitches

give me that dutch

it's never enough

niggaz o.d. off of us

it's never enough

bitches o.d. off of us

whaaaat? can i rap

can i rap?

we keep it under

no rotunda

with the fully thunder

mad traffic

and i still buddy whack it

put your name on the affadavit

just to save it

the project ghetto favorite

laundry mat trap

the yacub and the rat

bill clinton of the ghetto

respect my name

tecs and 'caine

the rains nearly stretched the lane

ridiculous

how my shit spit

fake fishes

non-religious

christians won't pay visits

fast for a month

and mix a lot in the trunk

ice fuckin full of skunk

double barrel of pump

kick rhymes like priests

i'm a golden boy

i got a brand new whip

and it's stolen boy

fiends love me

they see i'm still holdin void

watch me flow

a nigga like me all about dough

bonin your hoe

and have her hard to find like 'dro

you know we range rov'

come through

tinted lay low

but most of these niggaz don't show 'til ya blow

don't

wanna come through queens

if shorty act stank

be like

mami won't you meet me halfway?"