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Queens (feat. Complexions)
4,108
Hardcore
Queens (feat. Complexions) was released on November 21, 2000 by Tommy Boy Music, LLC as a part of the album The Reunion
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Release DateNovember 21, 2000
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM87

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Capone-N-Noreaga
Capone-N-Noreaga
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Producer

Lyrics

Outlaw, Outlaw
Uhh-uhh – yo, give me some of that haze, man, that purple haze
I don't wanna smoke that fucking haze wit' this wood no more
Hydro... shit got my hydro tasting like smydro
I'ma smoke a straight haze right now (Straight haze)
'Pone, roll up there, ya heard me?
Yo, slime, roll up there, ya heard me? Okay, slime
It's like this, yo...
Yo, yo, "Blood Money" is the anthem, it's never a myth
I smoke weed and I get drunk, and ride with gifts
If I don't roll, then my **** Baby, he just twist
He rolls Phillies and he busts the big the four-fifth
See shit change, because I normally came
On the R train, now me and 5 in the Range
We used to twist Phillies and fuck hoes, switch cars and trade guns
Them Queens ****, then we landed in the millions
Iraq and the Bridge, the only difference is the buildings
The same crime rates and the same damn killings
A slice of pizza, and quarter water of juice
But now I'm Carhartt, and bullet-proof is under my goose
And go to hell to that **** that snitched on Deuce
The curly-haired 'fro, I cut my hair, but my beard grow
Yo, where my beers go? Send them right here, yo
Yo, party's over, tell the rest of the crew
Stash the drugs, the guns go to section two
See me, all my life, yo, I had to sell drugs
While you grew up with straight nerds, I grew up with thugs
While you grew up with straight nerds, I grew up with thugs
Through the test of time, I strive to get my shine
Upon them lives, slanging rocks, 'cause the world is mine
I look out for you, and you look out for me
And we hold it down, you just wait and see
Platinum chains and Carti' frames and jewels
Now these broke **** start to act a fool
Don't you know Thugged Out straight eat ya food
We keep guns on our sides, you know how dunn thugs do
'Cause I'll be there with my thugs
I'll be right here, waiting on you
For my **** who bust pies
The customized 5's
To the vials, to the railroaded trials, I cuss cops
Enough shots and any generation
I spit dead, a plot in the making
I ride for every thug in the basement
My soul is cuffed to the corner, every gate, every card table
Every 'Welcome to the hood' sign
Batting good times
It's on, over the projects, a dark cloud, one-sided
'Til death, bitches burning in gossip
It's my turn to deposit
The real, the logic, no college
Just dollars and criminal knowledge
Me and my co-D's pass row D's
I flash mo' wheat, than cash Cody
Keep the MAC on me
When you stack, **** act phony
Shit in the ghetto, I spread love and shed blood
Never swear to a dead thug
My name should be brought up in fame, never said in vain
Spread like a letter chain, in criminal slang
Through the test of time, I strive to get my shine
Upon them lives, slanging rocks, 'cause the world is mine
I look out for you, and you look out for me
And we hold it down, you just wait and see
Platinum chains and Carti' frames and jewels
Now these broke **** start to act a fool
Don't you know Thugged Out straight eat ya food
We keep guns on our sides, you know how dunn thugs do
'Cause I'll be there with my thugs
I'll be right here, waiting on you
Written by: Capone, Denzil Foster, Foster & McElroy, N.O.R.E., Nancy Walker, The Alchemist, Thomas McElroy, Wendy Waldman
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