Artist: 50 Cent f/ Paris
Album:  The Big 10
Song:   Queens, NY
Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com, Nickolye16@aol.com

[Intro: 50 Cent]
Rider! Gang! RRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!

[Verse One: Paris]
I, string 'em along on some acoustic guitar shit
Tell 'em park it, front of Neiman Marcus
(Badly Neishka)  I need that, I need that
(Armando Castilo) I need that, I need that
Said we gon' chill, where the weed that? The weed at?
Said you got a Spider, where them keys at? Them keys at?
Lit it on 'em, shitted on 'em, torture
I'm hotter than a sauna, pull up in a Zonda
Calm yourself 'fore you get dealt with
Have the medics workin on your pelvis
T.O.A., there's nothin left to say
Went down like a hourglass; Paris first class
Regardless, fake bitches not responsive
Me I'm in the streets rockin a piece that's retarded
In the diamond district with Jacob
Makin all you little clones wanna save up

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
We come from Queens where we are taught to handle beef on our own (OH!)
You call the cops we get it poppin we be out with the chrome (OH!)
Where Brooklyn at?! Where The Bronx at?! Where Harlem at?! Where Staten at?! (OH!)
Where Brooklyn at?! Where The Bronx at?! Where Harlem at?! Where Yonkers at?! (OH!)

[Verse Two: Paris]
All my men is caked up, stingy with the snatch
'Cause niggas get too attached, sleep with the rat-chet 
Under the mattress, natural
My cat got a got a five o'clock shadow, it don't matter
'Cause niggas is still badder your chicks is gettin fucked
I'm on top, that's how I rock luxury every stop
Eat it or beat it you should already know
My friend you're not needed, next nigga RE-MIX!!!
Word to ev'rything, on some g shit
Fuck with me, give me a reason
Feel somethin hot change the whole season
For the greater good make you face your demons
Vista loca, caramel mocha
Bitches is on they sofa, I'm takin over
Heh! Your now rockin with the best mama
Bombshell hood hottie unit A shell Bugati OH!

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
We come from Queens where we are taught to handle beef on our own (OH!)
You call the cops we get it poppin we be out with the chrome (OH!)
Where Brooklyn at?! Where The Bronx at?! Where Harlem at?! Where Staten at?! (OH!)
Where Brooklyn at?! Where The Bronx at?! Where Harlem at?! Where Yonkers at?! (OH!)

[Verse Three: 50 Cent]
Queens will ease on 'em, squeeze on 'em
We'll dump the two two three's on 'em
Breeze on 'em lit the trees on 'em
And the bandana make 'em think it's gang related
We on that gritty shit the city shit, New York, New York
You come through on some pretty shit get outlined and chalked
I get busy I get busy I'm strapped now
I'm tryin to say I want you motherfuckers to act out
I'll have that ass sprint towards the door when I back out
Don't do it don't you do it, dow-dow-down make me stick to you
Holey moley the roley icey always perpetual
Diamonds blinkin like hazards take a look at it
I'm a regular badman they say I'm a madman
Fuck a mask and gloves, I let it off bare hand
We come from a warzone them Southside streets
Where anything and everything get done to eat  

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
We come from Queens where we are taught to handle beef on our own (OH!)
You call the cops we get it poppin we be out with the chrome (OH!)
Where Brooklyn at?! Where The Bronx at?! Where Harlem at?! Where Staten at?! (OH!)
Where Brooklyn at?! Where The Bronx at?! Where Harlem at?! Where Yonkers at?! (OH!)

[Outro: 50 Cent]
We come from Queens where we are taught to handle beef on our own...