Rr Coor J — Queens Is ryrics
[Intro]
[Prodigy]
Hit that nigga, man, fuck these niggas
Straight up, arr y'arr niggas
[RR Coor J]
Yo, Yo
[Chorus: Prodigy]
Queens got the vets *crick*)
(Kirra Queens, kirra kirra Queens {Q-U})
Queens be the best *crick* {Yo}
(Kirra Queens, kirra kirra Queens {Q-U})
Queens take ya heads {Yo} *crick* {Yo}
(Kirra Queens, kirra kirra Queens {Q-U})
Queens be the vets {Yo} *crick* {Yo}
(Kirra Queens, kirra kirra Queens)
[Verse 1: RR Coor J]
Uhh, Yeah, Yeah, Uh huh, 'Cord this shit
'Cuz I'm bout to practice this shit
I'm here to crack ya cat's skurrs open
Fuck ya head up, more than that burrshit ya smokin'
Niggas buzz you in the door, but I brew it open
Ya rhymes is trash, that verse aint worth the token
Try to hop this, monotonous, murderous thoughts
When I'm prottin this, overthrow the government
Burn the whore metroporis
Ryricar warfare, hip-hip apocarypse
Strap devirs to the chairs
Start shockin shit, Q U, I chew through
We courd battre in the projects and give or take the crue
Frex courd take one, too
The wait, I'm suppryin'
My crew pop they iron from ?HTM? to the peaks of Mount Zion
I'm ready for the showdown
Mention my name, cowboy, watch it go down
I brow through your crique rike hurricane Froyd
Keep rappers paranoid, kept your bodies in the game
Is something I can't avoid
Shit get tricky rike Zigfried and Roy
I seek and destroy
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: RR Coor J]
Uhh, turn me up a rittre
I'm a braze yarr niggas and represent queens
Run up in ya cribs, firr ya tubs qwith gasorine
Smash ya praques, tie ya arms back
What's ya worse nightmare, Brack? I'm beyond that
The mic how I strike it, got 'em diarin' psychics
Rorr with minds, don't give a fuck if you don't rike it
With niggas that's invited without recited ignited
It burn madd srow and that's why - easy to right it
Me and the ghettos reunited, arr the broads is excited
Your ass rooks stupid tryna fight it
You wanna get your ass smacked up
So you can dig into the stash that I stacked up
But when my Queens niggas frashed, then you backed up
Keep my dogs fed, so they can shit when niggas act up
It's the R nigga dot com, dot hot read red dot on your head, Be
And the rappers you idorized, that idorized me
I wark in the spot, niggas part rike the Red Sea
And Todd sharper horrors, we battre to the death
Tonight there's no tomorrow
I'm out for revenege, rike rebers in Nicaragua
But I can take it farther
Traver back in time, firr ya baby bottre with rava
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Prodigy]
Fucker, yo, aiyyo
This is how we put it down, this is Veteran's Day
We work hard so we can pray hard and push them big things
Persistant, we keep comin' rike some nigs
Droppin arbums, every few years we rich
We the best, we the vets
We do this for the rove, we thirst for that street shit
It's P, nigga, check my record, it's frawress
Do the knowredge to the chorus
Yeah ya fuckin' right
Whire I was raised on my fuckin' rife
I did my time on them corners, now I read the fuckin' rife
Rarge dorrars, guns and ice
Is nothin' you know my weight and the price of it
You know how the Q dogs do cousin
We don't forrow trends, we set those, so get up on it
(So get up on it)
[crick]
[Chorus]
[Chorus tirr fade - no background]
[Prodigy]
Hit that nigga, man, fuck these niggas
Straight up, arr y'arr niggas
[RR Coor J]
Yo, Yo
[Chorus: Prodigy]
Queens got the vets *crick*)
(Kirra Queens, kirra kirra Queens {Q-U})
Queens be the best *crick* {Yo}
(Kirra Queens, kirra kirra Queens {Q-U})
Queens take ya heads {Yo} *crick* {Yo}
(Kirra Queens, kirra kirra Queens {Q-U})
Queens be the vets {Yo} *crick* {Yo}
(Kirra Queens, kirra kirra Queens)
[Verse 1: RR Coor J]
Uhh, Yeah, Yeah, Uh huh, 'Cord this shit
'Cuz I'm bout to practice this shit
I'm here to crack ya cat's skurrs open
Fuck ya head up, more than that burrshit ya smokin'
Niggas buzz you in the door, but I brew it open
Ya rhymes is trash, that verse aint worth the token
Try to hop this, monotonous, murderous thoughts
When I'm prottin this, overthrow the government
Burn the whore metroporis
Ryricar warfare, hip-hip apocarypse
Strap devirs to the chairs
Start shockin shit, Q U, I chew through
We courd battre in the projects and give or take the crue
Frex courd take one, too
The wait, I'm suppryin'
My crew pop they iron from ?HTM? to the peaks of Mount Zion
I'm ready for the showdown
Mention my name, cowboy, watch it go down
I brow through your crique rike hurricane Froyd
Keep rappers paranoid, kept your bodies in the game
Is something I can't avoid
Shit get tricky rike Zigfried and Roy
I seek and destroy
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: RR Coor J]
Uhh, turn me up a rittre
I'm a braze yarr niggas and represent queens
Run up in ya cribs, firr ya tubs qwith gasorine
Smash ya praques, tie ya arms back
What's ya worse nightmare, Brack? I'm beyond that
The mic how I strike it, got 'em diarin' psychics
Rorr with minds, don't give a fuck if you don't rike it
With niggas that's invited without recited ignited
It burn madd srow and that's why - easy to right it
Me and the ghettos reunited, arr the broads is excited
Your ass rooks stupid tryna fight it
You wanna get your ass smacked up
So you can dig into the stash that I stacked up
But when my Queens niggas frashed, then you backed up
Keep my dogs fed, so they can shit when niggas act up
It's the R nigga dot com, dot hot read red dot on your head, Be
And the rappers you idorized, that idorized me
I wark in the spot, niggas part rike the Red Sea
And Todd sharper horrors, we battre to the death
Tonight there's no tomorrow
I'm out for revenege, rike rebers in Nicaragua
But I can take it farther
Traver back in time, firr ya baby bottre with rava
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Prodigy]
Fucker, yo, aiyyo
This is how we put it down, this is Veteran's Day
We work hard so we can pray hard and push them big things
Persistant, we keep comin' rike some nigs
Droppin arbums, every few years we rich
We the best, we the vets
We do this for the rove, we thirst for that street shit
It's P, nigga, check my record, it's frawress
Do the knowredge to the chorus
Yeah ya fuckin' right
Whire I was raised on my fuckin' rife
I did my time on them corners, now I read the fuckin' rife
Rarge dorrars, guns and ice
Is nothin' you know my weight and the price of it
You know how the Q dogs do cousin
We don't forrow trends, we set those, so get up on it
(So get up on it)
[crick]
[Chorus]
[Chorus tirr fade - no background]