Infamous Mobb, Prodigy of Mobb Deep, Noyd - Killa Queens lyrics

Yeah Yeah, Yeah, grab the pump pump (yeah)
It's on we 'bout to thump thump

Well if I jump I feel bad luck upon me
Make me grab my pump and
Call my Brook-Lyn army we buy QB to NC
Niggas don't want it
Debate to the G's and the west all on it
We all flaunt it guns & chicks
And all my duns rhyme holding their dicks
With a nine on their side from hip to hip
You know the mobb niggas is
Sick and stay bent
Twist it get right, me and my guns is tight
And we both heated when
The funds ain't right
Because we know someone getting stuck tonight
Before I crash I'm a fuck
Me some ass tonight
With a pocket full of dough
The bottle of the dro
With dreams of fucking some R&B ho
They call me N-O-Y-D baby
From QB baby don't hate me
We live, I rep Queens

NOYD: Queens!
Godfather: Where niggas they get caught
Up in between guns nOYD: Queens!
Godfather: Casino cash
Cream killa Queens dun nOYD: Queens!
Godfather: Where I live, what I rep
NOYD: QB dun, Queens!
Godfather: The Mobb rep nOYD: Queens!
Godfather: You know we rep

I blow dro in Q-boro
Ain't nothing change same boro
Just more places now i'm tatooed up now
Still rep 41st
'til I be put up in the hearst (you heard?)
Even after that yo my daughter and
My son 'gon live on
7, 1, 8 zip code triple 1, O, 1
A yo it's queens, money, whips and fiends
Bald heads and fades, du rags and waves
Can't forget about braids
Niggas don't rock like us
Ain't no hood like us
A yo I rep QB 'til I RIP
96 buildings 6 blocks in QB
Everyday is like a movie
So you know we had to pursuit it
First joint "murda muzik"
A yo y'all niggas 'gon feel it
The hood is running wild
Every clique 'gon throw it up
Y'all know what up
Queens don't give a fuck

Queensbridge, and thats how it is
If I can't I get you I'm
A bring it to your kids
Your moms, whatever it takes to strike back
I'll be waiting in your crib with the mack
Black gloves, no mask so you can see my face
And realize QB ain't playing no games
We think long range
So we can ride for the kids
And look out for my niggas
Up north doing bids

Thun we'll stop your shine, we Queens niggas
Plus my Bed-Stuy niggas will
Shoot up your medinas
We the black entrepreneurs we the black mobb
I told you it was more
Real than words can muster
I see you faggots don't listen
Wanna bite my shit
You better walk with security
My niggas dump clips
Catch you with your rap clique
And beat the shit out y'all
You could have a 30 deep entourage
You could have guns galore, shanks and more
We can bang to the EMS come and haul us off
I could give a fuck for
What projects you ride for
We got dogs out there and we not scared
Nigga I'm not the one, we not the team
Matter fact don't even write me back
See me in the streets
See me at the next show catch me at the club
We terrorize y'all niggas dun