Artist: LL Cool J f/ 50 Cent, Prodigy, Kool G. Rap, Tony Yayo Album: Queens (Single) * Song: Queens Typed by: d_salyne@hotmail.com * cut from retail release of "Exit 13" [Chorus: 50 Cent] You know for sure we ain't playin' when you hear us sayin' It's a Queens thing mayne' , if ya ask what zip we claim And what hood we from we say Queens! Queens! Queens! [Prodigy] Now we're tuned With the sounds of the best niggaz that ever do it And still doin' it the best, this is what it sounds like Over in Q-U, the projects is haunted houses, real demons and ghouls Ya shakin' in ya shoes, get some henny, light a dutch Smokin' back to back bogies, you scared to death son Out here is real tough, niggas'll line you up Real sharp like the barber, get your hair cut! [50 Cent] I bang bang and boogie, ya blood on my hoodie You outside stuntin' with ya jewelery all goodie It's easy mayne', believe me mayne, When I heard of a jux that'll ease the pain I'm the shittiest nigga, I'll cut the prettiest nigga From his ear to his chin, I don't care if you his friends Yeah I did it back then, and I'll do it again I catch a flashback on ya jack and wave the Mac 10 "Man Take That Shit Off!" [Chorus: 50 Cent] [LL Cool J] I don't slide like Usher, I don't make no bands I ain't a frontin' ass coward, I don't rinse soundscans I wish Ricky Russell was back, I miss tha old Def Jam Cuz them new monkey's act like they don't know who I am! The promotion and marketing wasn't worth a damn Now they on the balls again, cuz 50 my man? It's a Queens thing doofy this is how we do We rep our hood goofy, how bout you? This is L talkin' not some Patrone and trees Look at the calibre of playa's that roll with me Now I'm back on top where I'm 'posed to be And ya'll payin' the respect that niggas owe to me, Queens, nigga! [Verse 4 - Kool G] Yeah we Queens dude, ya know what it is pap They walk upon you force you in the whip Barrels poked in ya ribs pap, glare from a six shot Bills wallin' the hicca, apes with a shaper from C76 block Queens home of the gulliest goons fuzzy the goon with fifty calibre gun smoke Mac 1 and 1 toast, back when I slung dope Sling a batch, stainless gat packing bag [Chorus: 50 Cent] [Tony Yayo] My seat laid back, finger on the trigger Tints on the hoopty, listenin' to Thriller Mama said "mama sa ou ma cu sa", I got sixteen shots in my Ruger I put one in ya brain, ya medulla I'm in Southside Queens with my Luger I'll turn ya dreams into nightmares like Kruger But I'm not from Elm Street, I'm from [?], Yeah! [Chorus: 50 Cent]