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Nas - Thun (Official Audio)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nas
Nas
Vocals
Chauncey Hollis, Jr.
Chauncey Hollis, Jr.
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nasir Jones
Nasir Jones
Songwriter
Chauncey Hollis, Jr.
Chauncey Hollis, Jr.
Songwriter
bahaa aldin mohamed
bahaa aldin mohamed
Songwriter
Hassan Abu El So'oud
Hassan Abu El So'oud
Songwriter
Renee Scroggins
Renee Scroggins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Producer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Jun Kim
Jun Kim
Assistant Mixing Engineer
David Kim
David Kim
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Thun (Queens in the house) Queensbridge, baby (Queens in the house) No doubt (Queens in the house), no doubt, no doubt Not niggas I really met through music shit It'd be some real thugs I grew up with Phone calls from the feds, long stories told fast Wishin' they'd get home in a hurry, 'cause we're the last Of a dyin' pack of lions, nightmares of the cast Thoroughbred survivin', you know (Queens in the house) Welcome home Ronny Bumps, and love the Callie That boss ordered us lobster tails late night in forty We was out there tryna rig the strеss Had a beat tape from Stretch, rеst Black TEC, black vest to match the dark aura We hit the city deep in the explorer Lookin' at The Source, wish I was the cover story That was comin' shortly, cars back then had raw packed in Rest in peace a few good men The guards (Queens) stalk him (in the house) I pop a bottle, we're not promised tomorrow Showin' love is the motto, flex a Cowboy hat Strap like Desperados They lit one out the chamber, no eye or fire Then a vegetation state, when that man China died Stomped out on 12th Street, memory fails me Heard homie was a real G, that's what they tell me I was the one to run through the functions, no funny actin' And it was me in that introduced many (Queens) to money bags (in the house) Grandmaster Vic (Queens in the house) The DJ's Disco Twins (Queens in the house) From the towers to promènade (Queens in the house) Host a party up at Starlets, they know Queens in the house No beef or rivals, they playin' Ether on TIDAL Brothers can do anythin', when they decide to In a Range Rover, dissectin' bars from Takeover Sometimes I text Hova, like nigga, they're saying Hova laughing I had to hold it down for Queens, 'cause I over-value friends Shout to Brooklyn, all between, hoods be over lappin' Subways be stacked and I ain't been on a train in decades And I can still hear the wheels on the tracks (Queens in the house) Feel the beat brakes, serial defaced for Jinx The license I carry still ain't safe in New York state It's still a lot of ways to manage the life expectancy average The future of our next generation, they'd been established Conflicted by some of the same patterns that had us Money and social status, tell me what really matters So who are you when they turn of all the cameras? With me, you know the answers (Queens in the house) Go ask Tony Bennett (Queens in the house) Terrace on the porch, they gotta know (Queens in the house) DJ Clue, Envy, and Camillo (Queens in the house) Where are my most beautiful Queens in the house? When you see me at awards or a popular place I see chains shinin', I wanna stock it over my face Coordinated, try to see me by some popular names For a second, I'ma want some shit like it was back in the days When dudes who'd really put that thing up to your rib cage And pull a switch blade, do anythin', it's the 'Bridge way But I go stu', roll through, just sold out the O2 Piece on my neck in a high-tech (Queens in the) Pollo suit (house) Drove down Vanwick, Colosseum and Sam Smith's Tan blick in the desert brick town where my man's live Not niggas I really met through music shit It 'd be some real thugs I grew up with Phone calls from the feds, long stories told fast Wishin' they'd get home in a hurry, 'cause we're the last Of a dyin' pack of lions, nightmares of the cast Thoroughbred survivin', you know (Queens in the house) So no doubt, no doubt (cage in the) no (heart) doubt, no doubt Queens in the house No doubt, no doubt (cage in the) no (heart) doubt, no doubt I'm on some shit, boy, make it a classic tonight That money gettin' burrowed by that action, that's right Thunderous (What up Thunny-Thun-Thun?) Mad thunderous (okay now) Manhattan keeps on makin' it (yeah) Brooklyn keeps on takin' it (yeah) Bronx keeps creatin' it (yeah) And Queens keep on cakin' it Shouts to the West side To the Six Burrow, far rocks Southside and Northside (Queens in the house)
Writer(s): Nasir Jones, Renee Scroggins, Chauncey Alexander Hollis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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