Ruk: Ill Will...yeah yeah yo...Queen******ridge ******s...crud love baby.. Aiyo, I zone out Feelin' like I'm in Capone's house Starin' at Manhattan and The Bridge with the chrome out Ki's on the table, black tanktop, long cable Thoughts of overtakin' the table Dismantle and disable Verbal, made fatal, what drug paper do Straight duct tapin', apin' a few Takin' Mo' and Henny straight and things loose Puffin' the fruits, thug in a duece Flaggin', pants saggin', ******' ya goose I'm like nothin' to you Dumpin' the Rug' and your group in a red coog' Jump in the Isuzu and cruise Blank tints, bulletproof, red Timb boots ****** loose, license plate screamin' "****** you" Drunken days, I wish ya'll knew Thug dreams, what it means to you Red seams, triple beams 40 inch blings, Ill Will the ******' team This for my ******s in the Bridge from Queens. Chorus (Nas) Illmatic Ice, Goon, Sonny, and Smitty (real ******s) Big Felton, Chick, Petey, and Sarge (real ******s) Yambo, Bar, Spank, and Will (real ******s) Some is here, some died in the field (real ******s) Richie, Luke, Arkay, Marty, Tahay (real ******s) Rico, Black, Party Rob, and Eighty (real ******s) Y.G., Nut, Foul One, and Lord (real ******s) Blink, Ice, Cliff, Super nice, and Draws (real ******s) Verse 2: (Nas) Bumpy Johnson style, old timers, crocodile shoes Pinky rings, big rounders with tools, bossin' wild crews Slacks, overlaps, applejack hats quarterfield coats Cadillacs with white walls and chrome wheel spokes They were organized, investin', had a piece of the hood They had drugs, bettin' numbers, police understood They played the Cotton club, red carpet, hoes on they arm Plush mink, pimped out gangsta, civil rights wasn't won Every Chris******as they were Santa Claus, Nichson was the Anti-Christ ******* asses were bigger then, sniffin' nose candy white Listenin' to Malcolm speak, talcum powder, shaving cream Layin' back, barber chair, straight razor clean Babies were born, big families started to blossom Mad people just applied for apar******ents and got 'em Used to be rules to this game of hustlers and dealers From Tommy guns to MAC Tens it's Q.B.'s newborn killers. Verse 3: (Ruc) 96 buildings of children, guns, and bad feelings Q.B. see we rep by the Millions Each block, ten spots, a hundred different villians In abundance my dunnettes run this drug dealin' Stash the jums in hallway cielings Gangsta paradise, watch the ice, ****** make a killin' In the cut on the steps yo gettin' good neck Only in the projects, we die with respect ******* ******s quiet as kept will riot the set Six blocks of real ******s vexed Assorted irons and vests, stress on they chest 20 half a G's on Henny, Son, the whole hood is wet In memory of...who's next? Train they set, lend they Teck, earn your check ******, you better rep Real ******s come out the projects 40 to the 41st, Vernon to the 12th. Chorus (Nas) Sherm the Worm, High, Papoose (real ******s) Black Ed, Killa Black, Wee-Wop (real ******s) Body G, Divine, Hot Day (real ******s) J.L., Earnie, Q.T. (real ******s) Karate Joe, Big Killa, Beefstick (real ******s) Lloyd, Floyd, ******s we miss (real ******s) Al Womack, *******, World, and Fun (real ******s) Goodfellas, 40 Busters, Young Guns (real ******s) Vernon Posse, Tre Bag, Black Born (real ******s) Green Eyes, Small Shan, Duhan (real ******s) Peace, Tommy, Ron, Keyshawn (real ******s) Herb, Bohound, Crazy (real ******s) Jungle, Horse, Wiz, Bravehearts (real ******s) Havoc, Prodigy, Mobb Deep (real ******s) Killa Kids, Infamous Mobb (real ******s) Rambo, Face, Shayquan (real ******s) L.E.S., Big Things, Nashawn (real ******s) Crime Fam, Ron, Smack, Don, Alawn (real ******s) Justice, Understanding, Joe Grimes (real ******s) Lou, Frank, John, Hope, Fall Guy (real ******s) J-Roc, Bumpy, and Little Black (real ******s) The list is gettin' too long for this track (real ******s) Gangsta, Gangsta, Gangsta...to all my real ******s from Queen******ridge, From the grave, in a cage, or walkin' on stage doin' they thing gettin' Paid...my ****** Mr. Ruc who don't give a ******, Queen******ridge to the death ******s, 2001 and so on and so on... (Ruc) My ****** Bowser, my ****** Spank, shoutouts to Sudan, QBC's finest, Bing, Crime Fam, Killa Kids, Malik The Hitler, Hot Bars, Mo King, shouts to Pop, Wild Gremlins, Germ and Norm, Let's get it on.....
Ruk: Ill Will...yeah yeah yo...Queen******ridge ******s...crud love baby.. Aiyo, I zone out Feelin' like I'm in Capone's house Starin' at Manhattan and The Bridge with the chrome out Ki's on the table, black tanktop, long cable Thoughts of overtakin' the table Dismantle and disable Verbal, made fatal, what drug paper do Straight duct tapin', apin' a few Takin' Mo' and Henny straight and things loose Puffin' the fruits, thug in a duece Flaggin', pants saggin', ******' ya goose I'm like nothin' to you Dumpin' the Rug' and your group in a red coog' Jump in the Isuzu and cruise Blank tints, bulletproof, red Timb boots ****** loose, license plate screamin' "****** you" Drunken days, I wish ya'll knew Thug dreams, what it means to you Red seams, triple beams 40 inch blings, Ill Will the ******' team This for my ******s in the Bridge from Queens. Chorus (Nas) Illmatic Ice, Goon, Sonny, and Smitty (real ******s) Big Felton, Chick, Petey, and Sarge (real ******s) Yambo, Bar, Spank, and Will (real ******s) Some is here, some died in the field (real ******s) Richie, Luke, Arkay, Marty, Tahay (real ******s) Rico, Black, Party Rob, and Eighty (real ******s) Y.G., Nut, Foul One, and Lord (real ******s) Blink, Ice, Cliff, Super nice, and Draws (real ******s) Verse 2: (Nas) Bumpy Johnson style, old timers, crocodile shoes Pinky rings, big rounders with tools, bossin' wild crews Slacks, overlaps, applejack hats quarterfield coats Cadillacs with white walls and chrome wheel spokes They were organized, investin', had a piece of the hood They had drugs, bettin' numbers, police understood They played the Cotton club, red carpet, hoes on they arm Plush mink, pimped out gangsta, civil rights wasn't won Every Chris******as they were Santa Claus, Nichson was the Anti-Christ ******* asses were bigger then, sniffin' nose candy white Listenin' to Malcolm speak, talcum powder, shaving cream Layin' back, barber chair, straight razor clean Babies were born, big families started to blossom Mad people just applied for apar******ents and got 'em Used to be rules to this game of hustlers and dealers From Tommy guns to MAC Tens it's Q.B.'s newborn killers. Verse 3: (Ruc) 96 buildings of children, guns, and bad feelings Q.B. see we rep by the Millions Each block, ten spots, a hundred different villians In abundance my dunnettes run this drug dealin' Stash the jums in hallway cielings Gangsta paradise, watch the ice, ****** make a killin' In the cut on the steps yo gettin' good neck Only in the projects, we die with respect ******* ******s quiet as kept will riot the set Six blocks of real ******s vexed Assorted irons and vests, stress on they chest 20 half a G's on Henny, Son, the whole hood is wet In memory of...who's next? Train they set, lend they Teck, earn your check ******, you better rep Real ******s come out the projects 40 to the 41st, Vernon to the 12th. Chorus (Nas) Sherm the Worm, High, Papoose (real ******s) Black Ed, Killa Black, Wee-Wop (real ******s) Body G, Divine, Hot Day (real ******s) J.L., Earnie, Q.T. (real ******s) Karate Joe, Big Killa, Beefstick (real ******s) Lloyd, Floyd, ******s we miss (real ******s) Al Womack, *******, World, and Fun (real ******s) Goodfellas, 40 Busters, Young Guns (real ******s) Vernon Posse, Tre Bag, Black Born (real ******s) Green Eyes, Small Shan, Duhan (real ******s) Peace, Tommy, Ron, Keyshawn (real ******s) Herb, Bohound, Crazy (real ******s) Jungle, Horse, Wiz, Bravehearts (real ******s) Havoc, Prodigy, Mobb Deep (real ******s) Killa Kids, Infamous Mobb (real ******s) Rambo, Face, Shayquan (real ******s) L.E.S., Big Things, Nashawn (real ******s) Crime Fam, Ron, Smack, Don, Alawn (real ******s) Justice, Understanding, Joe Grimes (real ******s) Lou, Frank, John, Hope, Fall Guy (real ******s) J-Roc, Bumpy, and Little Black (real ******s) The list is gettin' too long for this track (real ******s) Gangsta, Gangsta, Gangsta...to all my real ******s from Queen******ridge, From the grave, in a cage, or walkin' on stage doin' they thing gettin' Paid...my ****** Mr. Ruc who don't give a ******, Queen******ridge to the death ******s, 2001 and so on and so on... (Ruc) My ****** Bowser, my ****** Spank, shoutouts to Sudan, QBC's finest, Bing, Crime Fam, Killa Kids, Malik The Hitler, Hot Bars, Mo King, shouts to Pop, Wild Gremlins, Germ and Norm, Let's get it on.....
