Mobb Deep, Capone-N-Noreaga, Final Chapter - Queens Finest lyrics

[Mobb Deep, Capone-N-Noreaga, Final Chapter - Queens Finest lyrics]

Uh huh, yeah, yeah, check it out
Niggas know, niggas know where we comin from
And it's gon' go down like this

Yo, I gots no name, I cause pain
People'll cry
My size vary at the murder scenes
Homocide bag me
Try to trace me back to my leader
I put niggas in chairs to pine
Boxes way up under the stairs
Niggas use red dots, make me follow they path
I hit cops, they be raw
Tip is ten thou' cash
I'm metamorphic, I'm forced to switch
Dum dums to hollow tips unfortunate
You can buy me legit
I get heated when I seperate my shell
With the pin in my back
I bang like I got some nerve
They jam right? But I still
Get respect and heard
I hit niggas legs for fame, my lead through
Shit in the game
I leave a red stain whenever I'm sprayin
I'm known as the B-U double-L-E T
And S-L-U-G
Enough'll make you D-IE, Queens Finest
(yeah yeah)

Yo stolen car - top down
On point - real route
Set it off - thug it out
Pull a heist - peel out
Fingerprints - ain't none
Black mask - no face
Cash flow - no sweat, Jakes come - no trace

Aiyyo fuck these niggas let's
Ride on these niggas
It's so simple Dunn I'm down
And don't fuck around
Comb the hood, in two black Excursions
Lookin for this nigga so we can merc him
Parked in front of his building
For like two hours
Been around the corner for a few hours
Came back, there he go, let's go
That nigga ours hopped out the truck
Went right at the coward the gun showers
Rain on these niggas they frontin
He didn't even saw it comin
Hopped back up in the trucks
Light the tree back up
I need that Dunn, havin to deal
With these fake niggas
And fake bitches, give me that Dutch
It's never enough
Niggas OD off of us (Queens Finest)
It's never enough, bitches OD off of us
(yeah yeah)

Whaaaat? Can I rap, can I rap?
We keep it under, no rotunda
With the fully thunder
Mad traffic, and I still buddy whack it
Put your name on the affadavit
Just to save it, the project ghetto favorite
Laundry mat trap, the Yacub and the rat
Bill Clinton of the ghetto, respect my name
Tecs and 'caine
The rains nearly stretched the lane
Ridiculous, how my shit spit, fake fishes
Non-religious, Christians won't pay visit's
Fast for a month, and mix a lot in the trunk
Ice fuckin full of skunk
Double barrel of pump
Kick rhymes like priests, I'm a golden boy
I got a brand new whip, and it's stolen boy
Fiends love me
They see I'm still holdin void
(Queens Finest, yeah yeah, Queens Finest
Yeah yeah)

Watch me flow
A nigga like me all about dough
Bonin' your ho
And have her hard to find like 'dro
You know we Range Rov', come through
Tinted lay low
But most of these niggas don't
Show 'til ya blow
Don't, wanna come through Queens
If shorty act stank
Be like, "Mami won't you meet me halfway?"
Shook cause the crooked side done
Took a long trip
Niggas on point runnin the gauntlet
Fuck with
Niggas that heartless, picture me, you carcas
CNN Mobb shit
Don't let us start to plot shit
Chill Dunn I got this
Better learn from what I spit
Hail what the God kick
Bow to what this nigga live
Bunch of dead niggas get
Hit when they reneg'
Like it's hard to find your fuckin crib
I be up in the cut, in the bushes, pick up
Last from where you took it
You hit? Now I'm good kid

Queens Finest and got the
Whole click behind us
Yeah yeah queens Finest and got
The whole click behind us
Yeah yeah queens Finest lefrak
Queens Finest and QB
Queens Finest jamaica queens Finest
And all over

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