Kool G Rap, Prodigy of Mobb Deep, Funkmaster Flex, Big Kap - QBG lyrics
[Kool G Rap, Prodigy of Mobb Deep, Funkmaster Flex, Big Kap - QBG lyrics]
Prodigy, kool g rap!
Nigga, I got cash nigga
I had tooken care of real quick
I ain't wettin that
Yo what's the deal, you a thug or what
We cut you up, nigga we'll fuck you up
What be the drill, we the Queens gangstas
Infamous mobstas, you a wanksta
See it's like, twenty-inch wheels
We pull off lots wit the newest hot shit
We so ill spend hundreds on our meals
Thousands on our outfit's
Half a mil on the houses
For thrills, fuck women in they high heels
Till they max out and pass
Out from how it feels
My niggas win their appeals (why?)
Cuz high paid lawyers get broke wit big bills
Stash boxes conceal the big mills
So if we got problems, somebody get killed
And that's how it is
There's nothin you can do about it
Dead men tell no tales
And if you think a nigga gon' squeal
Put up his bail
And twist that nigga when he touch down, huh
For real, I don't need no sh-ells
I got guns, and M-6 peel, y'all best chill
2x
I'm grown from blastin
You cartoon goons wit no room for ration
Flippin the soonest fashion
Booms in the room is flashin
Sip to your tune wit a passion
Zoom in a action, doom wit a Mac 10
Neighbors tune into the booms when
I clap at their men
But I ain't goin back to the penn
You witness me nigga, I'm clappin again
Knock your brain right on your wrap fringe
Lappin make em crawl out the back
Of the Benz like Jacklyn fBI we bafflin
Grab the straps get the gaffling
BGF Click, nigga we rep shit respect it
Before your whole squad get deflected
My tec spit, leave you
Runnin wit chest hit's, red drips
Fallin like rain drops, when them things pop
We bang Glocks like we coming from Bangcock
Make the pain stop aim cock
Flame at your top till your frame drop
You and your name in the lot
Flat on the strange block
Nigga, I got cash nigga
I had tooken care of real quick
I ain't wettin that
Yo what's the deal, you a thug or what
We cut you up, nigga we'll fuck you up
What be the drill, we the Queens gangstas
Infamous mobstas, you a wanksta
See it's like, twenty-inch wheels
We pull off lots wit the newest hot shit
We so ill spend hundreds on our meals
Thousands on our outfit's
Half a mil on the houses
For thrills, fuck women in they high heels
Till they max out and pass
Out from how it feels
My niggas win their appeals (why?)
Cuz high paid lawyers get broke wit big bills
Stash boxes conceal the big mills
So if we got problems, somebody get killed
And that's how it is
There's nothin you can do about it
Dead men tell no tales
And if you think a nigga gon' squeal
Put up his bail
And twist that nigga when he touch down, huh
For real, I don't need no sh-ells
I got guns, and M-6 peel, y'all best chill
2x
I'm grown from blastin
You cartoon goons wit no room for ration
Flippin the soonest fashion
Booms in the room is flashin
Sip to your tune wit a passion
Zoom in a action, doom wit a Mac 10
Neighbors tune into the booms when
I clap at their men
But I ain't goin back to the penn
You witness me nigga, I'm clappin again
Knock your brain right on your wrap fringe
Lappin make em crawl out the back
Of the Benz like Jacklyn fBI we bafflin
Grab the straps get the gaffling
BGF Click, nigga we rep shit respect it
Before your whole squad get deflected
My tec spit, leave you
Runnin wit chest hit's, red drips
Fallin like rain drops, when them things pop
We bang Glocks like we coming from Bangcock
Make the pain stop aim cock
Flame at your top till your frame drop
You and your name in the lot
Flat on the strange block