Run (Run-D.M.C.) - A Queens Story lyrics

[Produced by Salaam Remi] [Verse 1] 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***a, yo Gangsters don't die, n***as 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**ing truth f**ing 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 thirtieth, another Queens king k**ed It f**ed 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***as 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***as when I pa** through [Verse 2] n***as 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***as' rap sheets look like obituaries You be starving in Kew Gardens Bolognas and milk from a small carton You could still feel chills from the team on 118 My n***a 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***a been about the dough You all know how the story go [Verse 3] Any other real n***as in the world besides us, I ask Probably is, but odds are we'll never cross paths Put your gla** 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***as 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 nine-three n***as couldn't f** 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***a getting money now but you know I'm still mental but not simple Put your gla** 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***as not here This for the fallen soldiers Hold it down, I told you Pop another bottle and keep the smoke rolling [Verse 4] Watch the calm realist 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 k**ed 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***as I shouted out on my first sh** Bo cooking blow, f** is Slate at? Where Turkey went? Old videos show n***as that was murdered since Another reason to get further bent Put your gla** 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***as not here This for the fallen soldiers Hold it down, I told you Pop another bottle and keep the smoke rolling