Текст песни Ali Vegas - Queens Anthem
Ali Vegas - Queens Anthem слова песни
(Yo) Queens got shit on lock Wipe your feet when you step in my house (Queens nigga)Queens got shit on lock (Ali Vegas) (no doubt watch yo mouth)*RepeatYo Ali where you from, I`m from Jamaica, QueensWhere they beat you up and take your jeansMost of them kids`ll put a toast in your ribs, if you make a sceneFor the grace of green, fakes and fiendscan`t wait to meet and scheme on ways to erase your teamOnly my fam and God knows how much I damage y`all flowsA live vet, die tech reference from camouflage foesOn tough nights I let my heat fireshorty stoned scuff nights over the street wireHe said this work`ll be deranging, stressingI had to sit him down and explain the lessonI told him never change direction, just maintain perfection`Cause every time you lose faith your foes gain a blessingNow Ali`ll catch reck against your best vetsOn cold nights I rest fresh techs inside of Guess sweatsfor them killers sending death threatsA young Queens nigga getting moneyso y`all think people make decisions funnyChorusYo in the summer time beats bangpolice blame street gangs that speak slang when the heat flamesStick up kids (??) when it`s nice out, people with ice outQueens niggas build (??) and escape through precise routesA bunch of shot landers, running from that super commandernobody can`t stand herIn `94, the grimmey whore got my familyShipped me down to AtlantaI came back the streets praised meNow I raise guns on killers who raised meTo all you teens rushing through, I`m crushing youI ain`t huggable or lovable, I`m just a young Queens nigga that`s untouchableBut still I get shown lots of loveWe never borrowed coats, we had to double coats and wear socks as glovesIn fights and scuffles you get temporarily scarred with a knifebut in a struggles you get mentally scarred for life (what)ChorusI share brief conversations with my street congregationBefore I meet with either God or SatanI flee of conflagrationIn fatigues and walibees Ali`s the prodigywho flow futuristic like Nostradamus propheciesKnowledge equality, now it hurts my pops to see(??) now it`s me for street survivalMy Queens hotties, see never repeat the BibleWe cock and squeeze when we meet with rivals, Police is trife tooRules give me beats to write toAli`s the pharoah summoned by the most prolific gods that comes complete to cycleNow things are starting to get more drasticThe Bronx mothered hip-hop but Queens fathered this rap shit(What?!)Chorus til fade