Nas – A Queens Story

Nas – A Queens Story Lyrics

Artist: Nas
Song: A Queens Story

Uhh, rest in peace to Black Just
Riding through Jamaica Queens in his black truck
Timbs was forty below, waves to the side of his dome
Definition of good n#gg#, yo

Gangsters don’t die, n#gg#s only become immortal
Angels don’t only fly, they walk right before you
In front of you
It’s foul what this money could do

Cash corrupts the loyal
I hung with E-Money too, the f#cking truth
f#cking with Stretch from Live Squad
I could’ve died the same night that Stretch died

I just got out of his ride
He dropped me off and drove to Springfield
November 30th, another Queens king killed
It f#cked me up, y’all

I was just trying to make it with Steve Stoute
The legal way, drug-free route
Back in the days, they was sleeping on us
Brooklyn keep on taking it, Manhattan keep on making it

Trying to leave Queens out
But we was pulling them Beems out, them M3’s out
Pumping bringing them D’s out
Rastas selling chocolate weed inside of a weed house

Colosseum downstairs, gold teeth mouth
Astoria warriors, eight street, twin buildings
Vernon, can’t even count the Livingston children
Justice in Ravenswood, nice neighborhood

Caught sleeping out there, be a wrap though
Bridge n#gg#s be up in Petey’s ten racks, yo
A simple bet on a serious cash flow
Get money, Manolo, welcome home Castro

Queensbridge unified all I ask for
Let’s do it for DU, say what up to Snacks, yo
I just salute real n#gg#s when I pass through, uhh…
n#gg#s is very hungry for that bank robbery

Bury money, trying to get to a Benz from a Hyundai
The Queens Courthouse right next to the cemetery
n#gg#s’ rap sheets look like obituaries
You be starving in Kew Gardens

You could still feel chills from the team on 118
My n#gg# Bim fly by like it’s a dream
His face on his Shirt Kings
Laced in a pinky ring, in his black Benz murking

Back when Black Rock and Ron was on the map
Cheeba in yellow sacks, dope sold in laundromats
Thugs bark, getting amped from weed
Over the heart of champions, see

Ever since back then, a n#gg# been about the dough
(You all know how the story GO!)
“Any other real n#gg#s in the world besides us?” I ask
Probably is, but odds are we’ll never cross paths

Put your glass high if you made it out the stash spot
And here to tell a story and celebrate the glory
Drinks in the air for my n#gg#s not here
This how we do, I see you DU

Queens to the heavens, salute the hood legends
Crack the Patrón, Hennessy and Glenlivets
Champagne bottles drowning out the sorrows
Hope the memories’ll get us through tomorrow

I’m a real OG ’cause back in ’93
n#gg#s couldn’t f#ck with me, sipping ‘gnac since I was little
Laid back in a rental
Mouth shining, Eddie’s gold caps all up in the dental

n#gg# getting money now
But you know I’m still mental but not simple
Put your glass high if you made it out the stash spot
And here to tell your story and celebrate the glory

Drinks in the air for my n#gg#s not here
This for the fallen soldiers, hold it down, I told you
Pop another bottle and keep the smoke rolling
Watch the calm realest channel his mom’s spirit

Goosebumps cover me, mother’s here, I could feel her
Blood of Christ covers me, our savior and healer
Drug prices up or down, I know a few dealers
And some accident murderers, they act like they killed on purpose

Liars brag they put work in
You ain’t mean to murk him, your gun’s a virgin
Better stay on point, if not it’s curtains
Bebo Posse reincarnated through me probably

If music money didn’t stop me
I never claimed to be the toughest
Though I’m to blame for a few faces reconstructed
It’s the game that we was stuck with

Now I’m the only black in the club with rich Yuppie kids
Sad thing, this is the top, but where the hustlers went
No familiar faces around, ain’t gotta grab the musket
It’s all safe and sound, champagne by the bucket

Where them n#gg#s I shouted out on my first sh#t
Bo cooking blow, f#ck is Slate at? Where Turkey went?
Old videos show n#gg#s that was murdered since
Another reason to get further bent

Put your glass high if you made it out the stash spot
And here to tell your story and celebrate the glory
Drinks in the air for my n#gg#s not here
This for the fallen soldiers, hold it down, I told you

Pop another bottle and keep the smoke rolling
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Nas Lyrics – A Queens Story

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From the album:
Life Is Good [Explicit]
Release Year: 2012