Nas - A Queens Story (Album Version (Explicit))

[00:14.29] Rest in peace to Black Just [00:26.13] Riding through Jamaica, Queens in his black truck [00:28.42] Timbs was 40 below, waves to the side of his dome [00:31.07] Definition of good nigga, yo [00:32.89] Gangsters don't die, niggas only become immortal [00:35.20] Angels don't only fly, they walk right before you [00:37.61] In front of you, it's foul what this money could do [00:39.73] Cash corrupts the loyal [00:40.92] I hung with E-Money, too, the fucking truth [00:42.90] Fucking with Stretch from Live Squad [00:44.49] I could've died the same night that Stretch died [00:46.16] I just got out of his ride [00:47.36] He dropped me off and drove to Springfield [00:48.94] November thirtieth, another Queens king killed [00:50.81] It fucked me up, y'all [00:52.47] I was just trying to make it with Steve Stoute [00:54.51] The legal way, drug-free route [00:56.12] Back in the days, they was sleeping on us [00:57.74] Brooklyn keep on taking it, Manhattan keep on making it [00:59.54] Trying to leave Queens out [01:01.31] But we was pulling them Beems out, them M3's out [01:03.55] Pumping bringing them D's out [01:06.18] Rastas selling chocolate weed inside of a weed house [01:08.03] Colosseum downstairs, gold teeth mouth [01:10.77] Astoria warriors, 8th Street, twin buildings [01:13.36] Vernon, can't even count the Livingston children [01:15.59] Justice in Ravenswood, nice neighborhood [01:18.32] Caught sleeping out there, be a wrap, though [01:20.86] Bridge niggas be up in Petey's ten racks, yo [01:22.97] A simple bet on a serious cash flow [01:25.25] Get money, Manolo, welcome home, Castro [01:27.76] Queensbridge unified all I ask for [01:30.10] Let's do it for D.U, say what up to Snatch, yo [01:32.57] I just salute real niggas when I pass through [01:35.93] Niggas is very hungry for that bank robbery [01:42.00] Bury money, trying to get to a Benz from a Hyundai [01:44.17] The Queens Courthouse right next to the cemetery [01:46.85] Niggas' rap sheets look like obituaries [01:49.12] You be starving in Kew Gardens [01:51.20] Bolognas and milk from a small carton [01:53.55] You could still feel chills from the team [01:55.81] On 118, my nigga Ben fly by like it's a dream [01:58.67] His face on his Shirt Kings [02:00.21] Laced in a pinky ring, in his black Benz murking [02:02.66] Back when Black Rock & Ron was on the map [02:05.68] Cheeba in yellow sacks, dope sold in laundromats [02:08.29] Thugs bark, getting amped from weed [02:10.57] Over the heart of champions, see [02:12.30] Ever since back then, a nigga been about the dough [02:14.73] (You all know how the story go) [02:17.21] (Go, go, go, go...) [02:19.51] (You all know how the story go) [02:22.08] (You all know how the story go) [02:26.70] (Go, go, go, go...) [02:29.45] Any other real niggas in the world besides us, I ask? [02:38.75] Probably is, but odds are we'll never cross paths [02:41.16] Put your glass high if you made it out the stash spot [02:43.95] And here to tell a story and celebrate the glory [02:46.38] Drinks in the air for my niggas not here [02:48.52] This how we do, I see you D.U [02:51.02] Queens to the heavens, salute the hood legends [02:53.53] Crack the Patrón, Hennessy, and Glenlivets [02:55.98] Champagne bottles drowning out the sorrows [02:58.13] Hope the memories'll get us through tomorrow [03:00.30] I'm a real O.G cause back in nine-three [03:02.72] Niggas couldn't fuck with me, sipping 'gnac since I was little [03:05.03] Laid back in a rental [03:06.38] Mouth shining, Eddie's gold caps all up in the dental [03:08.27] Nigga getting money now, but you know I'm still mental, but not simple [03:11.95] Put your glass high if you made it out the stash spot [03:14.79] And here to tell your story and celebrate the glory [03:17.23] Drinks in the air for my niggas not here [03:19.67] This for the fallen soldiers [03:20.96] Hold it down, I told ya [03:22.35] Pop another bottle and keep the smoke rolling [03:26.33] Watch the con realest channel his mom's spirit [03:31.35] Goosebumps cover me, mother's here, I could feel her [03:33.64] Blood of Christ covers me, our savior and healer [03:36.00] Drug prices up or down, I know a few dealers [03:38.26] And some accident murderers, they act like they killed on purpose [03:41.07] Liars brag they put work in [03:43.11] You ain't mean to murk him, your gun's a virgin [03:45.18] Better stay on point, if not, it's curtains [03:47.65] Bebo Posse reincarnated through me, probably [03:50.71] If music money didn't stop me [03:52.33] I never claimed to be the toughest [03:53.81] Though I'm to blame for a few faces reconstructed [03:56.07] It's the game that we was stuck with [03:57.39] Now I'm the only black in the club with rich Yuppie kids [03:59.89] Sad thing, this is the top, but where the hustlers went? [04:02.29] No familiar faces around, ain't gotta grab the musket [04:04.72] It's all safe and sound, champagne by the bucket [04:06.93] Where them niggas I shouted out on my first shit? [04:09.48] Bo cooking blow, fucking slay that, where Turkey went? [04:11.75] Old videos show niggas that was murdered since [04:14.14] Another reason to get further bent [04:16.20] Put your glass high if you made it out the stash spot [04:18.89] And here to tell your story and celebrate the glory [04:21.33] Drinks in the air for my niggas not here [04:23.78] This for the fallen soldiers [04:25.15] Hold it down, I told ya [04:26.32] Pop another bottle and keep the smoke rolling [04:28.41]