[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You know for sure we ain't playin'
When you hear us sayin', "It's a Queens thing mayne"
If ya ask us what zip we claim
Or what hood we from, we say, "Queens! Queens! Queens!"
[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Your are now in tuned with the sounds of the best
N***as that ever do it and still doin' it the best
This is what it sound like over in Q-U
The projects is haunted houses, real demons and ghouls
Ya shakin' in ya shoes, get some Henny, light a Dutch
Smokin' back to back bogies, you scared to death, son
Out here is real tough, n***as'll line you up
Real sharp like the barber, get your hair cut
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
I bang bang and boogie, ya blood on my hoodie
You outside stuntin' with ya jewelry all goodie
It's easy mayne, believe me mayne
When I'm heard in a jux, that'll ease the pain
I'm the shittiest n***a, I cut the prettiest n***a
From his ear to his chin, I don't care we was friends
Yeah, I did it back then, and I'll do it again
I catch a flashback on ya jack and wave the MAC-10
Man, take that shit off!
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You know for sure we ain't playin'
When you hear us sayin', "It's a Queens thing mayne"
If ya ask us what zip we claim
Or what hood we from, we say, "Queens! Queens! Queens!"
[Verse 3: LL Cool J]
I don't slide like Usher, I don't make no bands
I ain't a frontin' ass coward, I don't reek SoundScans
I wish Rick and Russell was back, I miss the old Def Jam
Cause them new monkeys act like they don't know who I am
The promotion and marketing wasn't worth a damn
Now they on the balls again cause 50 my man?
It's a Queens thing doofy, this is how we do
We rep our hood goofy, how 'bout you?
This is L talkin', not some Patrón and trees
Look at the caliber of playas that roll with me
Now I'm back on top where I'm 'posed to be
And y'all payin' the respect them n***as owe to me
Queens n***a!
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You know for sure we ain't playin'
When you hear us sayin', "It's a Queens thing mayne"
If ya ask us what zip we claim
Or what hood we from, we say, "Queens! Queens! Queens!"
[Verse 4: Kool G Rap]
Yeah we Queens duke, ya know what it is pop
They walk upon you, force you in the whip, barrels poked in ya ribs pop
Glare from a six shot, bills wylin' then hiccup
Apes with a shaper from C76 Block
Queens home of the gulliest goons, fuzzy the room
With 50 caliber gunsmoke, MAC-1 and one toast
Back when I slung dope, sling a batch
My stainless gat, packed it back in the DMC and the Run coat
Played the P.E. logo, get put in front of the gun scope
Queens hear me boy boy, bring it here where they slump folks
Dizzy with the cartridge and, ready on your marks, you spin
Barks from the dogs got they hands shakin' like Parkinson's
Feel me?
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You know for sure we ain't playin'
When you hear us sayin', "It's a Queens thing mayne"
If ya ask us what zip we claim
Or what hood we from, we say, "Queens! Queens! Queens!"
[Verse 5: Tony Yayo]
My seat laid back, finger on the trigger
Tints on the hooptie, listenin' to Thriller
"Mama se, mama sa, ooh, ma coo sa"
I got sixteen shots in my Ruger
I put one in ya brain, ya medulla
I'm in Southside Queens with my Luger
I'll turn ya dreams into nightmares like Kruger
But I'm not from Elm Street, I'm from Guy Brewer
Yeah!
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You know for sure we ain't playin'
When you hear us sayin', "It's a Queens thing mayne"
If ya ask us what zip we claim
Or what hood we from, we say, "Queens! Queens! Queens!"
