Prodigy (Mobb Deep) - Q.U Anthem lyrics

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Prodigy (Mobb Deep) - Q.U Anthem lyrics

Intro: (G5 Elz) Yo UPN drop that sh** ! Verse 1 Queens native Rap legislative Flow orchestrated Leave mics mutated Crews segregated When my sk**s are demonstrated Raise hell like Riker's cages Speakers get annihilated Jamaica Ave 2-2's in your pell jack If not you getting lined Like Adidas track jack Black Tim's Black mask Black gloves Black Mag Cross the 59th street bridge Get duck taped fast No walk outs Just chalked out Homicide body bags Welcome to cop k**a queens Spit on a Sargent badge Bema Benz or bentley Trains busses And dollar cabs Queens get the money Long time no cash From chasing grams To chase check Scams Poppin six digit AC's Poppa wheely on Av's Suzuki's Yamaha Kawasaki Red bottoms and Fly leathers Queens bike stars is too co*ky ! (Hook): G5 Elz This goes out Queens the foundation (x4) Put ur hands that you shoot wit count ur loot wit (x3) This the anthem.... put your damn hands up Verse 2 Queens fashionista Banging out a Visa Price tag amnesia Aura on Easter Wit a Mona Lisa Rose by the liter Air full of reefer Waves tide my dark Cesar South Jamaica nights QB trife life Heists in the heights Over white Streets ignite Like dynamite From JFK to LGA Catch a GTA On the RFK D.O.A in L.I.J Baisley project buildings Alpha code dealing Rolls Royce pealing Preme team made millions Nudie suits Tim boots Lex jeeps coupes Peace to 40p A.Q And the Lefrak troops Catch you for ya sneaks Midnight release Mikes and Foam P's Better Guard ya feet King of the court Tourney Is8 Or OCP Poppi's In corona Move more keys Than doe ray me Queens never sleeps Habitat villains and creeps Plaza freaks T&T sweeps Triple beam dreams Land of the dealers k**ers 100 dollar billers Real Queens n***as ain't got no feelings (Hook): G5 Elz This goes out Queens the foundation (x4) Put ur hands that you shoot wit count ur loot wit (x3) This the anthem.... put your damn hands up Verse 3 I'm from queens But never was a fan of the mets Pop checks To Stay fresh Polo horse on my chest Billy's jeans flare my nike checks Grand and better dice bets We don't play debt Hyperthermic needle to ya neck Survival of the fittest In a NY minute Committed To Knock off A outta towner fitted Cler's in the winter Polo down all summer On my feet the latest nikes Or mikes by the number Peach Ciroc cups Lemon chick Lemon Lime dutch Big apple tough Macs in the pad No apple stuff School of hard knock crooks Getting money off the books To keep checks on Their right and left foot Right and left hooks Not in queens there's no fair ones There's war going on outside No man is safe from Farrock slums To QB duns It's no problem The foundation Where's I'm from (Hook): G5 Elz This goes out Queens the foundation (x4) Put ur hands that you shoot wit count ur loot wit (x3) This the anthem.... put your damn hands up Q.U

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