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Lord, Black, Littles, Craig G., Chaos

QB Finest * Queensbridge: The Album

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[Intro]G.O.D. What`s up man?Word up sonI`m goin uptown. What you doin?I`ma leave this motherfucking moneyThat`s hot shitLet`s go sonQB shitFuck everybody[Black]Who make a better entrance than a QB squadFrom guns, cracks to tracks we some QB starsAin`t no question `bout who we areStraight poems from Shae, Nas to the bar we keepin` the hood glowinIt`s Mecca how the hood`s glowin and lives changin`Little dunns runnin` the streets with Macs blazin`Young cats runnin` the streets with soap blazin`Now y`all know why the biggest hood could be labeled amazin`We stand up running songs we step to the plateGuaranteed to make ya hot like KuwaitI went from toppin` on plates to hittin` the Ave. and puttin up ANow it`s thoughts, pencils, and papers provin` I`m greatSame nigga in the hood or tourin the statesViolator have to raise the crime rate, check my mind state you could see it`s on a whole different levelIt`s Ill Will I front Queensbridge rebel...[Littles]A `78 baby comin` up in the hood crazyWatchin` crack bubblin` in mid-80s now I live it dailyYoung ones with guns cockin the hammerSpeakin` hood grammar hustlin` cracks dodgin` the slammerAll 31s get funds runnin` raps for they dunnsQuiet Storm so you won`t hear it come heavy metal excidentI got some seditives to make ya`ll start relaxin`Ill Will now waitin` for the chance to keep the dough stackin`QB niggas waitin` for they anthemLook black play the cut like the phantom out front niggasCatch me on the 40 sideway to blunt have some liquor in a cupCrime Fam` livin` up this beat is excellent I feel it too muchFuck around somebody might get touchedI`m bravehearted you get tackled on the fifty line yardageIf you come against my whole team of starters mic murder slaughters[Lord] (Chorus)We grow grey in the same placeWalk the same block, squeeze the same glockWe gotta eat for niggas that don`t sleepWe hustlin` in sleep catch you permanent creepsWe brake bread from fucking the same bitchWe reppin` the same clique for that QB shitWe mos` real my people is mos` illNigga take it how you feel get shot for real[Chaos]I tripped and fell many times but rose to my feetFo-fo longs concealed in my no face sleevesTo my life slip away one step from a grave And steady took away my youth for locked me in a binkMan, I was too young to understand what life meansSee y`all gon` understand a story of thug that like thingsCan`t express the rush I get when busting MacsHow adrenaline flows when the hammer kicks backI know it`s more than life in the hoodBut I still spit stories of my past waysIt`s like a glass mazeSix blocks caged in I was razed inThe illest of fond, the realest in dunnsQB to the death of me, I suerve and rideTill` my physical is stiff and my sould is on the other sideMo` money, mo` murder, mo` homicideFuck wit` QB man you better have that allibi[Craig G.]I`m from a planet called QB where drama runs deepAnd gunshots wake you up out of your sleep like an alarm clockIn `84 top ten that was a bomb spotPracticed playin` ball in the wrist I have a strong shotAt 4 o`clock I`ll rob you under the tressleCame from out of town actin` specialThat`s why I see you fake leaders, and snake breadersShit me and the Bravehearts go back like saint weedersBall bustaz and brain beatersYou ain`t worth the coins in the change meterOn every block and bridge we flame heatersHollow points for you laying cheatersWaiting till` your main day needersShit, Craig G.Naturally and tragically obligated to bust assIn the clutch like Kurt Warner throwin` touch passDon`t believe anything that you read inside them smut ragsHalf of these rappers sound like smoke twenty dust bagsProbably did, you ain`t holdin` the kid that`ll bust backWhen drama is on I know for a fact so trust that

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