A Queens Story

Wave to the side of his dome, definition of good ? yo
Gangstas don't die, niggas only become immortal
Angels no longer fly, they walk right before you
In front of you, it's foul what this honey could do
Cats corrupt, so loyal
I hung with E-Money too, the fuckin' truth
There was Stress from my squad
I could've died the same night that Stress died
I just got out of his ride
He dropped me off then drove to Springfield
November 30th another Queens king killed
It fucked me up y'all
I was just tryin' to make it with Steve Stoute
The legal way, drug-free route
Back in the days they was sleepin' on us
Brooklyn keep on takin' it, Manhattan keep on makin' it

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Well, I heard you just got back From a trip to Sin City There's something different 'bout the way you look It just hit me There's rumors going 'round this town Tell me, girl, it

When the piece of shit was crucified On the fucking cross They were close and saw as Nazarene passed away Each was the slave of the awe and Dismay and foolishnesses What is left for them

we have to find a way and the only way is out out of the mess that this is all about we have to find a way and the only way is up leave 'em all

Try to see it my way, Do I have to keep on talking till I can't go on? While you see it your way, Run the risk of knowing that our love may